Black Sheep (Rawkfist MC Book 1) Read Free Page A

surprised them with a visit
the first night they moved in. I kid you not when I say that woman jumped out
of a damn window and took off running, just to avoid talking to me.”
    I don’t say how
weird Christine seems because I know Jared’s still got a soft spot for his ex.
Everyone in town talks about the couple as if they only broke up a few months
ago rather than several decades earlier.
    Jared isn’t
wrong about the town knowing everyone’s business. They don’t even whisper about
it either, feeling the right to yell gossip from across the street. I have no
interest being in the middle of the gossips’ crosshairs. Ever since I firmly
gave Becca the boot, I’ve stayed off the radar of people in town.
    I’m no one to
no one. Sure, people might mention me in passing, but I remain invisible in the
big scheme of things. As a member of the Rawkfist MC, I don’t want to be
watched.
    So maybe
chasing Justice is a mistake when the entire town has their gazes on the
Earlham/Sheerer family. I know logically I ought to wait, but I also know I
won’t. My fucking arm still tingles where that intoxicating girl touched it.
She’s already dug her way under my skin, and I need to know if I can do the
same to her.

3 Black Sheep
    Justice
    T all, rugged, and sporting one of the finest
mustaches in all of mankind, my father is a good looking man. Jared fills out
his faded jeans, simple white T-shirt, and black leather vest. I sometimes
forget how handsome he is because I’m his daughter, and I don’t spend a lot of
time thinking about my dad’s hotness. However, seeing him in the bright Sunday
sun, I am struck by his good looks.
    Despite coming
from solid sexy stock, I don’t look anything like Jared. I have Christine’s
blue eyes and blonde hair. I have the boob-less body of my grandmother. One
more reason to hate the old crone.
    As we walk into
Cracker Barrel, I spot a lot of similarities between Jared and Journey. She
looks more like him than I ever noticed before. Hell, with her masculine
appearance, I bet she could even pull off a mustache. I decide I ought to share
this information with her later tonight. I’m sure she’ll appreciate the
compliment.
    “Are these the
girls?” a woman asks Jared.
    Her name tag
reads “Wanda”, and she’s working a ballsy-broad vibe. Black hair wrapped in a
bun, she smiles widely at Jared, and I wonder if she’s gonna hump his leg next.
    Jared returns
her smile and introduces the three of us. I catch Journey’s expression and know
she’s struggling with the image of him and Wanda naked together.
    “Can’t believe
Christine is finally back in Tumbling Rock,” Wanda says.
    “Do you feel
her presence will be a positive or negative thing?” I ask, starting trouble
because my sugar level is dangerously low. I’m also a bitch, so that makes
these moments unbearably tempting.
    “I always liked
your mama.”
    “Of course, you
did.”
    “Zip it,” Jared
warns me. “Wanda and Christine were friends in high school.”
    I narrow my
eyes, but Jared only walks to the table where Wanda sets out our menus.
    “Did he tell me
to shut up?” I ask Journey.
    “Yes, and it
worked. I need to ask him what his secret is.”
    “You have a
booger hanging from your nose. I thought to say something, but I didn’t want to
be too chatty.”
    Journey only smiles at me over her shoulder. Poppy
watches us, pouting because her daddy is a meathead without amazing mustache
growing abilities.
    We sit down and
order from Wanda, who is so super-duper fucking happy to have us sitting and
ordering from her. I keep a grumpy eye on her until Jared wads up his napkin
and throws it at me.
    “Knock it off.”
    “No.”
    “She’s a nice
woman.”
    “In the sack,
right? Or on her knees.”
    “Don’t make me
come over there.”
    “And what?”
    “I’m not above
turning you over my knee.”
    Journey snorts.
“I’d pay money to see that.”
    “How much
money?” I ask, wondering if I can make some easy