Page 9 of Biker's Enemy
“For one thing, she’s black.”
“So is Juliette,” I say in a normal speaking tone. I’m not afraid of shit.
“Yeah, but she’s light and well… I don’t care about that stuff. Your mama is gonna hit the roof if you show up with a woman like Quin to Thanksgiving.”
“I’m not going to bring her to Thanksgiving. I’m going to stuff her like a Thanksgiving–”
“Please. Spare me.”
“What’s wrong with her?”
“Nothing.”
“You said she was fucked up.”
“Oh. That. It’s not important.”
“Great. Then I can still sleep with her.”
“She’s Juliette’s best friend, Tanner. So you can’t.”
I don’t like Hunter’s attitude. He used to be more of a go-getter.
“It’s been at least a month since I’ve been with someone.”
“That is a normal amount of time to be single.”
“Not for me. Women crave my dick.”
“Fuck, listen. I don’t care what the fuck you do. But if you touch her and Juliette asks me to put a bullet in your head, I’m gonna listen to my old lady without question.”
“Okay. We can talk business now that I have your explicit permission.”
“Not what the fuck happened.”
I have to calm him down. Hunter doesn’t stand a chance of stopping me once I set my mind on something and it will be best for both of us if we don’t argue about the chocolate cupcake his old lady just dragged into the back room.
I’ll be back for her later.
Five
QUIN
Idon’t know what I thought would happen when I showed up in Santa Fe. The second I said one wrong word in front of Juliette, she ushered me out of the house and took me to some local place she says her husband goes to discuss “club business”.
When I tell her everything, all she does is tell me to act normal. No other reaction to the dead body in my trunk or the steps I had to go through to get my brother into pieces. I went numb throughout the process, but I still had to do it.
I still had to butcher him.
Part of the reason it was so goddamn easy to get to Santa Fe is because I don’t think I can close my eyes and fall asleep. I follow Juliette’s direction not to give any reaction when we return home. I don’t expect to see the giant in her kitchen.
Juliette immediately steps between us, but nothing could block me from seeing Tanner. He looks like… a model. I mean… bigger than a model. He looks like he has the body of a comic book superhero.
I haven’t seen many people in a very long time and I definitely haven’t been this close to a man as attractive as Tanner. He has a gentle lilt to his accent that drives me crazy too. Juliette grabs my hand and drags me away so we can wait for him to leave.
“Is that your husband’s friend?”
“Yeah, another racist biker,” Juliette says. “They’re talking business but I don’t think we should get anyone involved who Hunter doesn’t approve of.”