Page 3 of Feint

I stretched and gathered my brushes and paints and took them to my cleaning area. I made sure to get every trace of color from my squirrel-hair brushes. They were expensive to replace, so I tried to take really good care of them.

I finished locking up the shop and walked over to my car. Turning it on, I let it idle. Then, I checked to see if I had any more messages. Just a couple of quick replies from Mom and Hank Jr., confirming plans, and then Jayden telling me to come over on Monday. I wondered what was going through Jayden’s mind. Bonnie would kill him if she knew he was with another girl. I shook my head and put my Viper in drive and began cruising through the city at night to get home.

After a quick shower and dinner, I sat on the couch with a blanket on my lap as I flipped through channels. My mind wandered to the lowrider and finishing it up, then the other jobs I still had to do around it. I pulled out my tablet and went tomy drawing program. I started to doodle a few design ideas that came into my head. But before long, my eyes were closing, and I found myself almost drifting off to sleep, sitting there, so I got my butt up, walked up the stairs, and climbed into bed.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, my phone buzzed. I reached over to grab it, and I saw Kordell’s name. I sat up a bit on my elbow to open and read it.

Kordell

Hey, mama. I’m at the clubhouse. I’ll let you know how many days I’ll be gone as soon as I know. Keep my bed warm for me, and maybe send me a photo or two so I know you’re home safe.

I rolled onto my back and made a cute face at the camera and snapped it, sending it to him so he could see I was safe and sound in my house in bed. A few moments later, he replied.

Kordell

There’s my girl. Next time, include more boob. You know I love your boobs, mama. Night.

I giggled and put my phone back on its charger. Wiggling back down into my covers, I closed my eyes again. Thinking about strong arms wrapped around me and pulling me close as I fell asleep. But for some reason, I didn’t think they were Kordell’s arms.

CHAPTER 2

KORDELL

WatchingRosalie Wells do anything was one of the best things I’ve ever seen. This girl didn’t know how effortlessly sexy she was. From stretching to grab a cup to bending over as she pulled on her shoes. Every little thing she did had my cock rock hard in my pants. I’d never thought when I went to a custom car shop late at night one day that I would meet one of the hottest girls in this city. But once I had, there was no way I was going to let her get away without me getting her digits.

The make-out session in the bathroom on that first night had sealed the deal for me. Fuck, she was so hungry for affection. I didn’t know who had made her enjoy all of the things we did together, but it was almost enough to let it slide when I thought about the fact that someone else had fucked her before me.

After she and I had met, making her my woman became my obsession. And I was always one to get the things I wanted once I decided they were mine. Rosalie was no exception. I wore her down pretty quick after that first night, and within a short time, I had practically moved in. I didn’t know she had money when we first met, but now, I’m really enjoying all the perks of dating a girl who came from wealth. I never had to pay for shit here. The house was owned, all the bills paid for, and I put food on hercard. Shit, I even used one of her cards for gas on my bikes. And she never said shit about it.

Then, she said since I have to travel a lot, to buy myself things to keep here, so I spent a few thousand on clothes, which I kept at her place. Well, I called it my place because at this point, Rosalie was so into me that she did whatever I asked. I had her wrapped around my finger, and I was enjoying every single second of it.

But today, I’d been summoned from the city to the clubhouse, and when Damien called, you didn’t say no. So, I finished my food and coffee and threw on my riding gear. Grabbing my helmet, I locked the door. I walked over to my bike, pushed the kickstand up, turned it on, and backed out of the driveway.

As I drove past her brother’s house, I saw two bikes sitting out front, and I flipped them off as I drove past. Her brother was in another MC—the Cavaliers. Although I did hear the president of that club had recently gotten arrested on murder charges. So, not sure what would happen to it, as it was a fairly new club and chapter.

Morro Bay was about three hours with no traffic—well, that was if you went the speed limit, I guessed. But I never did. I flew up the freeway, letting the wind rip at my body as I pushed my bike to its limits. Cars and trucks flew past me in blurs of colors. And the knowledge that one small mistake meant instant death made it all the more fun. I liked to live life on the edge. I did shit that no one else would on a bike. Just to prove I could. And when I showed I could back up my words, no one said shit about me anymore. I was possibly one of the most respected enforcers the BLVD Riders have had in a long time. Damien knew she could count on me to make sure shit got done. Even from hours away, no one slacked when I told them to do shit.

I took one quick pit stop and refueled when I was about thirty minutes out from the clubhouse. I never showed up on an empty tank. I shot off a quick message to Rosalie, then kept riding.

I pulled into the clubhouse and saw a massive amount of bikes there already. Whatever Damien wanted to talk about, it was big. I parked my bike by hers, leaving a space for one more bike in between. I got off and walked into the clubhouse. When I entered, people looked over, and some stopped talking to others to say hello. I made my way through the group up to where I saw Damien, along with our sergeant of arms and road captain. I greeted them all and took my seat in the enforcer chair. They all seemed tired, and the sergeant looked stressed, but still gave me an arrogant smirk as our eyes met.

Damien cleared her throat. “So, now that we’re all here, you might have noticed we’re missing one. The vice president lost his battle with cancer today. Another brother gone too soon.” She hung her head.

Damien was a fucking amazing president. She had come from a line of MC presidents, and even though she was still pretty young to be one, she had a good head on her shoulders. But the VP had been the last form of family she had, someone she had grown up with who was like another brother to her. This loss was felt hard by her.

I placed a hand on her shoulder and gripped it once. She glanced over at me and nodded, then stood up.

“This means the BLVD Riders will need a new VP. And I’ll be taking anyone who is serious about the job into consideration as long as they are already patched in.”

She looked around the room, then finally at Wilder, our road captain, the sergeant and me. Mack, the sergeant of arms, stood up.

“I’ll be putting my patch into that race, Prez,” he said.

I looked up at him as he smirked at me and sat back down. This bastard always did what he could to try and one-up me. There was no fucking way he would take a spot that was rightfully mine. I glanced at Damien and nodded. She gave one short nod back. She knew I had interest in it. I’d even offered to help the VP when his health started to decline.

“I’m making no decision today. You tell me your interest, then prove to me you are worthy of the space. He left big shoes to fill. I’m not going to settle for someone less than he was.”

She sat back down, and the room filled with the talk and movement of around a hundred bikers. There would be a ride-out tonight in the VP’s honor. And a party to send him on his way right. Damien got up and walked over to the bar. She talked with a couple of other bikers and took a shot.