Page 57 of Catch a King (Five Kings 1)
“Fuck the guys, if they’ve got a problem, they can come and find me.”
She doesn’t take the hint and heads inside, perching on the edge of the desk, revealing she’s not wearing any underwear. “Hey, we could…”
“Not interested, Marina.”
The hurt in her eyes doesn’t concern me because I have touched this woman for the last time. “You always were a bastard.”
“And you’re only just finding that out.”
“Come on, Slade, you pretend you don’t care but there must be some part of you that wants a woman to love, someone to curl up with up at night and face the world together as a team. Someone like Sawyer and Billy found; it’s not natural to be alone.”
“I like it this way. Anyway, what’s it to you? We hooked up a few times, big deal. Maybe you should concentrate on sorting your own shit out.”
“I was trying to.” She sounds so sad it should make me feel compassionate, to try to make her feel better, but it doesn’t. I don’t feel anything for this woman, in fact I’ve never felt anything for any woman and that’s just how I like it.
She sighs again, which tells me I need to get the fuck out of here before I say something I’ll regret because despite what everyone thinks, I do respect her position in this club. When Sawyer left and Axel took off, it was Marina who helped put the club together. She hired staff and cleaned up the joint. She organized the housekeeping and made sure everyone played by the rules. She has become a valuable asset, and I’d be a fool to upset her, but I won’t give her me. I know that’s what she wants, she tells me often enough, but I don’t want a woman tying me down. I want my freedom.
“I’m heading out—alone.”
Grabbing my jacket, I storm out and glare at a couple of Dragons who are smoking outside. “Make sure you call me if there’s anything I need to know; I’m heading out on business.”
Griffin nods. “Do you need company?”
“No.”
I grab my helmet and ram it down hard on my head. Some prefer not to wear them; I love the anonymity it gives me.
As I ride, I feel the tension leave me as my speed picks up. It’s the release I crave more than sex sometimes because out here, in the open, I owe nothing to nobody.
I must ride for a couple of hours before I end up at a place that I have yet to grab the courage to enter.
The Coyote bar.
Since meeting my father’s wife—Rose, I struggled to deal with it. The fact they never trusted me enough to tell me they were married, will never rest easy with me. The fact they told Sawyer; confided in him, hurts like crazy, but I have to face the facts. Rose is my last connection with Billy around here and it would be good to talk about him with someone; to find out how he lived his last days from the person who loved him the most.
I hid it well, but I was blown away by the woman who stared me in the eye and told me something my own family were too scared to. I liked her. The trouble is, words don’t come easy to me and I’m not one to put my feelings out in the open. So, I’ve been brooding on that the past three months while I’ve tried to clean up the Dragons, but I’m finding it harder to stay away.
The sound of a motorbike grabs my attention and my heart sinks when I see Devon, the President of the Dark Lords rolling into the car park. I doubt he’s seen me from my place in the shadows and I watch him, wondering why he’s here.
He takes a while before he gets off his bike and lighting a smoke, leans against the wall as if waiting for someone. He doesn’t appear in a hurry and many customers pass him looking worried because he is not the sort of customer this place needs.
I decide to stick around to see what happens because it’s obvious he’s here for something—or someone.
It must be fifteen minutes later that the bar door opens and I see Skye, Rose’s niece, look at him furiously.
He pushes off the wall and heads her way and if anything, she looks angry and I laugh to myself. I met her once, but that was enough to make one hell of an impression because that girl is the finest one I’ve seen around these parts. Long blonde hair pulled high in a ponytail and the bluest eyes I have ever seen. Her waist is small and her tits are huge and her curves are the blueprint for perfection everywhere. Long tanned legs end at an ass I could easily ruin, and I’m not surprised Devon is looking at her like she’s the goddess of sex.
She waves her hand and is obviously angry with him, and yet he appears to find it amusing.
After a while, he holds up his hands and walks away, and she slams the door behind her as she heads inside.
To my surprise, he passes his bike and heads my way, and I’m guessing the bastard knew I was here all along.
“Slade.”
He nods and hands me a cigarette and laughs. “That will keep me going until the next time.”
“From here she looked mighty pissed. What’s the story?”