Page 52 of Jerry's Passion (Insurgents MC Romance)
“You are. The Insurgents don’t want that shit in their territory, and believe me when I tell you that you donotwant to get onto the club’s radar. This is your first and last warning. Get rid of the shit, or you won’t have anywhere to cook it. You don’t want to fucking get on the Insurgents’ bad side.”
Dolores and Randy stood silently while Jerry sneered at them before finally walking away. He wasn’t making idle threats; when he told Banger what the hell these two jerks were doing, the Insurgents would beat the shit outta them and torch their trailer. He was nice enough to have given them fair warning.
Kelsey waited by the porch stairs. “What did you say to them? Now they won’t talk to me. What’s your problem, bro?”
“I don’t want you hangin’ with them anymore. And since you’re so bored, your ass is in summer school preparing for the GED. No way are you sitting around all summer getting into a shitload of trouble.”
“You’re just a big bully. You come around here wearing your jacket with your logo, scaring the hell outta everyone. Pretty soon no one’s gonna talk to me. You fixed it with Brian—he won’t look at me—and now you’re doing it with Randy and Dolores.”
“You don’t need to be friends with them or that old asshole. Stay away from them, or I’ll make sure you do. And you won’t like it.”
“You’re so bossy. So, where’s my money for cleaning the place?”
He handed her sixty dollars. She counted it and he saw a frown crease her forehead. “You said eighty”
“If the place was clean.”
“It was. So give me another twenty.”
“Dishes in the sink and magazines and paper strewn around isn’t clean. It was better, but for eighty bucks it needs to be cleaned well. We’ll see how next week goes.”
“Asshole,” she muttered under her breath. Jerry let it go.
“You coming back in?” Wanda wheezed.
When he came back in the trailer, Wanda was in the kitchen pouring herself another cup of “coffee” from the vodka bottle. She glanced up, and Jerry observed guilt etched all over her face. He walked over to her, threw down two one-hundred-dollar bills on the Formica counter, and left the trailer. Wanda came out on the porch, and the moment she opened her mouth, he revved his engine, shattering the trailer park with 90 ear-splitting decibels from his customized pipes. The noise sounded like a barrage of fireworks going off all at once, and several people came out of their trailers shaking their fists, their mouths moving in anger. Jerry put on his sunglasses and sped out of the trailer park, his middle finger high in the air. He needed to ride hard and fast, to be a part of the wind, the sunlight, and the earth. For him, the only true peace was in the ride.
Riding hard.
Riding free.
Just fucking riding.
Chapter Twenty
Flashes of lightningcracked the sky, followed by ominous rolls of thunder. The blue sky from earlier in the day was now a sheet of steel gray, and the white clouds had turned into darkened charcoal smudges against it. The clubhouse windows creaked as the gusting wind pushed against them, the trees bowing to its strength. Jerry watched the raindrops as they tumbled from the graphite sky, pelting the dry ground and trees, their leaves drooping on the curved branches. The door opened and a rush of air blew in, bringing a fresh, earthy scent with it.
“Damn, it’s really coming down out there,” Rock said as he wiped his rain-soaked face. He grabbed the shot the prospect had placed on the bar for him and went over to Jerry. “The two assholes you told me about at the trailer park where your sister lives are connected to the fuckin’ Skull Crushers. I’m on my way to tell Banger. You wanna come?”
“Nah, I’m just chillin’ right now. I don’t get to do that very often. You can fill me in on what he says.”
“Okay. I know he’s stoked ‘cause you found that out.” Rock set his shot glass on the table and walked away.
Jerry motioned Puck for another beer and, in less than a few seconds, the prospect had it delivered. He took a long drink, loving the way the cool liquid slid down his throat. His cell phone on the table lit up and he picked it up, a tickle of desire teasing his dick when he saw Kylie’s name. He opened her text.
Kylie:I want 2 see u.
He smiled, took another long drink, and stretched out his legs.
Jerry:Wanna see u 2, babe.
Kylie:Real bad?
Jerry:U know it.
Kylie:Do u wish I were in PWS?
Jerry:Oh yeah… Want u here with me now.
