Page 31 of Paco
Chapter Nine
Paco watched Lilaswaying her hips as she sauntered toward him. She was a pretty woman and he should be all over her, but the only woman he had on his mind was Misty. When he’d seen her at Satin Dolls, he’d been shocked but inexplicably excited at the same time. When she ignored him after they’d spoken briefly on the back patio, he’d been pissed and decided he was done with whatever was going on between him and her. But sitting at the bar, her sad eyes burning a hole in his mind, he knew he couldn’t forget her that easily.
I gotta get the fuck outta here.Paco couldn’t stand to pass the night in Silverado knowing Misty was so close. He didn’t want to keep thinking about her and why the hell he cared. He needed the cold air whipping around him to numb his thoughts, needed to put distance between her and him.
Before Lila reached him, he slid off the stool and went over to Steel, who was leaning against the wall with a beer in his hand.
“Hey,” Steel said.
“Hey. I’m gonna head back to Alina unless you need me here.”
His eyes widened. “Really? Is everything okay?”
Paco drew in a long breath and exhaled. “I just got some shit going on in my head that I need to clear away. A good ride always does the trick.”
“I hear you. Roughneck’s calling church tomorrow morning. I’ll fill you in on what goes on. From what I saw at the club, Los Malos Gang is all over the strip bar, even though they’re based in Pueblo and Colorado Springs. The fucking punks in West Avenue Bandits are just their front. The dumb shits don’t even know they’re being used. Los Malos’ handprints are all over the drug trade that’s starting here. And they’re trafficking women. Too many underage ones at the club tonight that didn’t seem like they wanted to be there.”
“I agree. West Avenue Bandits are just a bunch of punks who want pussy, drugs, and booze. Los Malos is calling the shots. I saw a lot of assholes with the number twenty-five tatted on them. They need to be shut down.”
Steel’s face grew taut. “I don’t think Roughneck gets how serious this is. He and his brothers think this is about a strip joint and some drug buys, but we know it’s just a matter of time before they start moving into Alina and the surrounding area. We gotta stop it.”
“Yeah, I don’t think Roughneck gets how important it is to act fast.”
“That’s what I’ll discuss tomorrow with the Fallen Slayers. If they don’t step up to the plate, we’re gonna have to go in without them.”
“Chains said they’ve got a lot of members between the two cities. We’re gonna need some help from the Insurgents if the Fallen Slayers don’t agree with us. I know Banger and his brothers aren’t gonna want these assholes claiming biker territory.” Paco took out a couple of joints and handed one to Steel.
Steel lifted his chin. “I’ll give you the heads-up when we come back. I want an emergency church called.”
Paco nodded and reclined against the wall as he watched men and women dance, drink, and screw. He stubbed out his joint, clasped Steel’s shoulder, and made his way downstairs to pack up his stuff.
Darkness surrounded him. On that moonless night, the stars were somewhere behind the haze of black clouds stretching thinly above. Paco zipped the saddlebag onto the mount and started his bike. After wrapping his scarf around his neck, he pulled away from the clubhouse.
About fifteen minutes into the ride, when he was leaving the edge of town, he saw a figure walking on the side of the road. Immediately he stiffened. It wasn’t common to see someone on the road at three thirty in the morning in a small town on a cold night. Adrenaline rushed through him as his senses heightened. Slowing down, he eased his foot off the accelerator. The person scurried away into the brush.
Paco stopped, opened his jacket, and slipped his hand inside his cut, taking out a 9mm. Nothing. The only sounds were the occasional hoot from an owl and the wind rustling through the trees. There was no sign of the person, but he sensed someone was watching him. More rustling, but it didn’t sound like the wind.Lizards? Jackrabbits? I doubt it.
For many minutes he sat on his humming bike, gun in hand, scanning the area. Nothing. No one. Deciding it could’ve been a drifter, he pulled in the clutch and released the throttle.
As he rode away, the figure darted out from behind a large piñon pine tree, screaming, “Stop!”
Stopping short, he raised his gun at the approaching figure that had a blanket draped around it. From the size and shape, he was pretty sure it was a woman. When she came closer, her haunting eyes captured his and he lowered his gun. Without any questions, he got off his bike, took the plastic sack in her hand, stuffed it into one of the saddlebags, and then got back on his Harley.
He jerked his head back. “Get on.” Misty scrambled onto the seat behind him. “Wrap and tuck the blanket under your legs.” She complied then hooked her arms around him. He throttled the engine and pressed down on the gear shift as they rode toward the highway.
The cold air stung his eyes as they sped toward Alina. He was acutely aware of Misty’s head resting on his shoulder, her tits pressed against his back, and her arms snug around him. He tried to focus on the road, but having her so warm and close to him was doing things to his dick that he didn’t like. Finding her walking in the dark with a blanket wrapped around her shaking body was something he’d never figured would happen. It seemed like a force kept pushing her into his life. He wasn’t sure he believed in fate, but it struck him as more than a coincidence that he’d bumped into her in the most random places.
Paco leaned into the curve and she held him tighter. He liked the way she felt behind him. He’d taken plenty of women on rides on his Harley over the years. When he’d first got interested in motorcycles, he’d been in high school, but he couldn’t afford to get one. He and Kendra had been living with his mom’s sister after their dad was arrested for hacking up their mom, and his aunt and uncle weren’t too pleased to have two more mouths to feed on an already tight budget.
When he hit eighteen, he and a couple of his buddies got a place to live in town, and he found a better job at the local bowling alley. That’s where he and Cassie had met. She worked concessions and he worked on the machines. They’d fallen hard for each other very fast, and they’d been inseparable. When he’d bought his first Harley, it was used, but he’d taken it out every chance he got, Cassie pressed next to him most of the time. Those had been good times, and her love for him had helped ease the pain of losing his mother.
A bump in the road made Misty’s hand land on his dick. Instead of moving away, she kept it there.Shit.When he’d take Lucy or Ruby for bike rides, they’d tease his cock while he rode until he’d have to pull over and have them satisfy him. It was all in good fun; it didn’t mean anything. He never once feared losing himself to any of the women, but Misty’s hand on his dick was different. She made things he kept buried deep inside him stir, and he didn’t like or want that. He reached down and slid her hand up.I’m not going there with this one.
In the distance, the lights of Alina glittered like a swarm of fireflies. Instead of going through the town, he opted to take the back road to the clubhouse. Soon he pulled in front and cut the engine.
“We’re here,” he said, and Misty’s arms left him. He waited for her to get off before he did. Unzipping both saddlebags, he held them in his hands and went around back. He heard her footsteps crunching on the gravel behind him as he took out his keys and unlocked the back door. It was dark and quiet inside the club.
“I can’t see too well,” she whispered.
