BEFORE THE PATCH – book one (A Devil Call MC Book) Read Free Page B

me space. At the same time, if I got too rowdy, Johnny kept a
wooden bat under the bar, complete with plenty of blood stains, and he wasn ’ t afraid to swing it.
    I looked down at the blondie and
just shook my head.
    She really had no fucking clue.
Nobody did. Unless you were in the MC you didn ’ t
get it. Yeah, part of me was out looking for something to take back to the
clubhouse and fuck, but I didn ’ t
need the flirty bullshit stuff like buying a beer and smiling.
    That didn ’ t fly with me.
    I set my eyes forward again, trying
to get lost back in thought. Los Ahn had been pushing hard lately. Drug arrests
were through the roof. Street violence was kept on the west side of Brocke, but
it was getting bad. And I feared some of the cops were on the take from Los Ahn
and other clubs or drug pushers. Which was scary. If Devil Call MC lost the
police and lost the power, we were fucked. We ’ d
just be a bunch of guys wearing leather cuts, trying to look cool.
    I hadn ’ t given a shit about looking cool since I was seven
and my mother refused to buy me some really cool light up shoes. She said we
were broke and I had to wear the same shoes from the year before. My toes were
curled when I wore them because my feet outgrew them. That ’ s where the fire seemed to
start. The desire to be free. To be truly fucking free.
    A hand touched my shoulder.
    I turned around and there she was.
The blondie, standing there with a pissed off looking face.
    “ Really? ” I asked.
    “ What? ”
    “ Sweetheart,
trust me …”
    “ I
came to give you something, ” she said.
    “ Another
beer? ” I asked.
    “ You ’ re a dick. ”
    “ I
have a dick. ”
    She smirked and leaned in. Her lips
were right at my ear. “ Show
it to me then. ”
    I felt something touch my hand and
when blondie pulled away I looked down and saw a pair of red panties in my hand.
    I looked at blondie and raised my
eyebrow. “ I don ’ t wear these. ”
    “ I
do, ” she said. “ Well, I did. Just took them off
for you. ”
    “ You
just took them off? ”
    “ What?
Don ’ t believe me? Want to
smell them? ”
    I laughed. The chick was raunchy.
Really pretty, too. She was short, bold, her breasts pressing against her
shirt, jeans that hugged all the rights curves.
    “ Thanks, ” I said. “ I ’ ll
take good care of these. ”
    I started to turn back around and
blondie grabbed my shoulder. She leaned in again and said, “ My name is Lexa. Just so you
know it. Because I know your name is Talon. I hate commitments. I hate
relationship. I have nothing to lose and nothing to gain. I just like being
free. Like you. And I ’ d
like you inside me. ”
    I laughed again. I looked over my
shoulder and watched as Lexa was walking away. She cut through the crowd and
went for a door that read EMPLOYEES ONLY .
    When I faced the bar again, Johnny
stood there, a dirty rag over his shoulder. His hands gripped the bar and his
face and eyes looked weary. Probably as weary as I looked.
    “ You
know that one? ” I asked.
    “ Yeah, ” Johnny said. “ Friend of a friend thing. Her
old man was done in a couple years back by some of your old friends. ”
    “ What? ”
    “ One
of the other clubs. ”
    “ Who
was her father? ”
    “ Not
a good man. Nothing good ever came of her poor life. But she ’ s the most free woman I ’ ve ever met. ”
    “ She ’ s bold, Johnny. I ’ ll give her that much. ”
    “ She
owes me two hundred bucks for drinks. ”
    “ Still
giving too much trust, huh? ”
    Johnny grinned. “ I should have beaten you and Layne ’ s heads in with my bat when I
found you two. You started this. ”
    I stood from the bar and dug in my
pocket. I threw plenty of cash on the bar. “ That
covers me and her, right? ”
    Johnny put a hand on the cash. “ Not a problem, Talon. Be safe
out there. ”
    That was something Johnny always
fucking said. Be safe out there.
    I left the bar, feeling a little
regret of not messing around with Lexa a little