Damaged & Dangerous: The Sacred Hearts MC Book VI Read Free

with that mile-long cock
of yours, Buddy,” he said, taking a toke off the joint he had grasped between
his fingers. He held it out to me and I took a hit off it. Weed had never done
much for me but mellow me out and give me the munchies, but if I wanted to keep
up appearances, this was the way to go. I really wanted no part in any of the
other shit these guys did on the regular.
    I handed the joint back and exhaled. “Tell me somethingI don’t know,” I said.
    Pig chuckled. “Get Whitezilla here a beer,” he ordered, and
I put up my hand in Rac’s direction.
    “No thanks, Darlin’. If it’s all the same, and you ain’t got
nothin’ else for me to be doin’, I’d like to take a ride out to the ol’
homestead and sleep for, like, a week.” I racked my neck from side to side and
felt a satisfying pop.
    “Yeah, sure thing, Man. Good job out there.” He held out a
hand and I grasped it and let him pull me in and slap me on the back. I returned
the favor and snatched my helmet off the bar, hoisting my bags up. I made for
the door.
    I was hooking the bags back up to my bike when the back door
swung wide with a bang. I looked up, Rac had run full tilt into the crash bar
and she looked down at me from the top step. She skipped lightly down the back
stairs and strode across the lot towards me.
    “You dropped this.” She held out my face mask and I crooked
a smile at her.
    “Thanks.” I took it from her. “Been meaning to ask you
something.”
    “Oh?” Her tone was cool but her voice was thicker, like she
had some kind of a cold or something coming on. I swept my gaze over her
porcelain doll features.
    “How’d you end up here?” I asked softly.
    “Same way you did,” she said. I had to laugh.
    “I doubt that, Sweetheart,” I said dryly. She tilted her
head to the side, considering, and started walking backwards towards the steps.
    “You’re a prospect, aren’t you?” she asked.
    “Yeah.”
    “So was Jared. That’s how I got here.”
    I frowned but she was up the stairs and back inside in a
flash. I geared back up and drove home, which was an hour from here on a lake.
A small fishing cabin my granddad had owned and no one else in my family had
wanted. Didn’t have electricity, but it served its purpose when I needed a
fucking break from these assholes. Despite the place being a summer cabin, the
woodstove worked and there were enough permanent residences nearby that it got
cell reception.
    As soon as I got a fire started and the shit sorted in my
bags, I sat down, put my feet up, and pulled out the burner I talked to D on.
He picked up on the fourth ring.
    “Was wondering when you was gonna check in. I was starting
to get worried. How the hell are ya, Thirteen?”
    “I’m good, D. They had me go all the way out to fucking
Colorado, but the amount of shit I brought back… that should fucking hold off
any more runs for a while. You guys about ready to start playin’ ball?”
    “Girls are good in Florida. I forgot to tell you, there’s a
bit of a change in plans concerning Rev. His woman is pregnant.”
    “Is that what that picture was?” I asked.
    “How the hell you get that?” he demanded.
    “Came through on my personal cell, someone mass-texted it. I
have so many goddamned contacts, I didn’t realize I still had anybody from the
club in it. No worries, my cover is secure. No one saw shit. I don’t leave
things like that lyin’ around.”
    D grunted into the phone, “Cops‘re still sittin’ on us. They
still watching you?” he asked.
    “If by ‘you,’ you mean The Suicide Kings, then yeah.
Unmarked tan cargo van when we pulled in from the run. It’s a good thing
Gordy’s a paranoid fucker and sweeps for listening devices on the regular.
Pretty sure they only got visual. They’ll get tired soon enough and fuck off
onto something bigger and better.”
    “Yeah. With our history, they ain’t investigatin’ or cryin’
too hard about our plight.” Dragon sounded both tired