White Heat (Lost Kings MC #5) Read Free Page B

one of the ATVs and waves as he shuts the machine down.
    “Everything okay?”
    “Yeah, checking to see if you need any help.”
    “Sure.”
    We end up working side-by-side with the contractor. I don’t think this guy is used to his customers being so hands on, but I don’t really give a fuck. The sooner I can get him and his crew off club property, the better.
    “Girls were having a moment,” Z informs me.
    “Oh yeah?”
    “Hope asked Trinity to be in the wedding?”
    “Good. I know she was nervous about it.”
    “Why?”
    “How the fuck should I know.”
    “You gonna want a bachelor party and shit?”
    I nail him with an are you kidding stare. “What do you think?”
    “We have to do something for you.”
    “No strippers. Seen enough of that shit.”
    Z doesn’t know what to do with that information. “We can go skydiving, there’s that place over in—”
    “Didn’t someone die there last year?”
    “Good point.”
    Wrath joins us maybe an hour later.
    “Shouldn’t you be picking out a bridesmaid dress?” Z calls out to him and gets a middle finger in return.
    “Everyone’s almost here, and the girls kicked me out of my room.”
    I snort and finish up what I’m working on. “Church now?”
    “Oh, yeah. Dex has a great CB story for you,” Z says.
    “Jesus Christ, what now?”
    After setting up a time for the contractor to arrive on Monday, the three of us head back to the clubhouse. “I gotta leave by three thirty,” Wrath informs us before we go inside.
    “What the fuck for?”
    His mouth twists, and I know whatever it is, he doesn’t want to share. Tough shit.
    “Need to run Trinity somewhere.”
    Z snickers and heads inside after thumping Wrath on the back. And you know, I’d love to make a joke about Wrath being whipped. To pay him back for all the shit he’s given me, but I’m too fuckin’ happy the two of them have worked out their issues and settled into whatever domestic bliss they’ve found to poke at him today.
    “Good. Let’s get your business out of the way first, just in case we run long.”
    He raises an eyebrow, clearly expecting me to hassle him. It’s good to be unpredictable. We’ve known each other so long, it’s not often I surprise him.
    “Prospects invited?” Murphy asks from inside the doorway.
    I spot Hoot and Birch out in the garage, but there’s no reason to bring them in today. “Nah.”
    Inside, brothers are scattered around the living room catching up. “Did you say Hope’s down in your room?” I ask Wrath.
    “She was when I left.”
    “Okay. I’ll be right back. Start moving everyone inside.”
    “You got it.”
    Wrath’s also full of surprises today. Not even a sarcastic smirk.
    I’m not sure what the hell I stumble into once I get to Trinity’s room. Door’s open, so I push it wide. My girl’s perched on the edge of the bed, while Trinity’s poking at her with a bunch of different tools.
    “Stop squirming. I don’t want to stab you in the eye,” Trinity grumbles.
    “I’m trying, but it tickles.”
    Sure, it’s goofy, but I sort of enjoy watching them together for a second. “You leaving soon, Baby Doll?”
    They both turn my way.
    “Yes. Our reservation’s for four o’clock like a bunch of old biddies.”
    “Just means you’ll be home earlier for me.”
    That gets a smile from her. “You sure you don’t want to come?” she asks as she turns back to Trinity.
    I’m pretty sure the fancy-ass place they’re headed has a dress code. No fucking way. “I’m good, thanks.”
    “That’s okay. Damon’s not going either.”
    Good, then I don’t feel so bad. “You need me to drive you?”
    “No. I’m not planning to drink.”
    “Well, if you—”
    “If I do, I’ll call you. Promise.”
    “Good. We’re heading into church. Come give me a kiss in case I don’t see you before you leave.”
    Trinity snickers, gathers up her supplies and heads into the bathroom. “Don’t smudge my hard work, Rock,” she calls