Breaking The Biker (The Biker Series)(7)

By: Cassie Alexandra

I sighed. “I know. Maybe I’ll try and talk to him again.”

“You should. I know you love him with all of your heart, Raina. You don’t want to lose him.”

No, I didn’t. Besides, Sal, he was all I had left. “Cole said he’s going to try and stop in tonight. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Here? At the bar?”

“Yes,” I replied. “Good thing Marie is getting off. I’d have to punch her in the face if she started hitting on him again.”

“She’d better watch herself,” said Sal. “Marie’s going to go home with the wrong man one of these days. I keep telling her she should get a divorce.”

“You can’t talk sense into a woman who thinks she’s smarter than everyone else.”

“I know. So Cole’s coming down, huh?”

“I think so. He’s out of town, I guess. But he plans on getting back early this evening.”

“I hope he doesn’t bring any of those pricks from the club. They’re always trying to start things with my regulars.”

“No. He wouldn’t,” I replied. Cole knew how Sal felt about the Devil’s Rangers.

“Okay, then. I guess I’d better let you go so you can get your butt down here. Sorry I kept you.”

Leave it to Sal for apologizing, when I was the one who’d overslept. “Obviously, it’s not a problem I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“I know you will.”

Knowing that Marie was in a hurry, I took my time in the shower, and for the first time in weeks, applied some makeup to cover up the dark circles under my tired eyes. Noticing they were also bloodshot, I grabbed the bottle of eye-drops and took care of the problem before adding mascara to my lashes. When I was finished getting ready for work, I was a little startled at my reflection. My cheeks were gaunt, and my dark hair looked dull and lifeless. Plus, I was drowning in my clothes. My voluptuous size twelve body was twenty pounds thinner; the weight I’d been prior to my pregnancy and one I’d struggled to get back to. But now, I couldn’t care less about my figure. I’d gain it all back and then some just to hold my son one more time.

Chapter 3

After I called the meeting to order the following afternoon we went through our financials and then got down to the discussion of prospects. Because of his reputation with women, we voted in Taylor Adams, A.K.A. “Tail”, as a new member, and then brought him into the meeting to present him with his new cut.

“Thanks, Prez, And you guys, too,” he said, glancing around the table. “I’m honored and humbled to be admitted into your club. This means a lot.”

“You’ve proved yourself worthy over the past few months, and personally, I knew Slammer wanted you in, brother. We all did,” I said. “It was a unanimous vote.”

His face was full of emotion. “Thank you. I won’t let you down.”

“I know you won’t,” I replied, and then looked around the table. There were eleven of us now, and two prospects that had been picked up over the course of four months. I’d made Raptor my Vice President, Horse was now the Road Captain, and Hoss was the Sergeant-At-Arms. Chopper was still my Intelligence Officer, and Buck was the Treasurer and Secretary. “We’ve got a strong and loyal family. Which brings me to the next thing on the agenda.”

Tail put the cut on quickly and sat down next to Horse.

“I spoke to Bastard and he knows whose van it was that dropped off Slammer’s killer,” I said, feeling my blood begin to boil again. “A man named Cole Johnson. Apparently, he’s a prospect for the Devil’s Rangers, the Davenport Chapter.”

“No surprise there,” said Raptor, rubbing a hand over his face. “I say we go find the piece of shit right now.”

“No shit,” I answered.

“What’s with the girl?” asked Horse. “I mean, why’d they get a fucking woman to do it?”

“I’m not really sure,” I said. “Maybe because they’re a bunch of cowardly assholes who know we don’t go after women for club retaliation.”

“Someone’s obviously gotta pay,” said Hoss. “So, are we going after Cole?”

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