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“That’s one of the problems with the assholes, they’re dumber than dirt,” Crow added.
“The only way we need to handle them is to annihilate ’em.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
The members looked at Crow with grim expressions on their faces. They knew their brother had a personal vendetta with Satan’s Pistons ever since three of the bastards attacked him and his girlfriend. They raped her and sliced him from his rib cage down past his navel and left him for dead. That was before Crow had moved to Colorado and joined up with the Night Rebels.
“They play fuckin’ dirty, that’s for sure.” Army patted Crow’s shoulder while the others nodded in agreement.
“Even so, to come into our town? No one’s that much of a moron.” Muerto picked up the beer bottle the prospect handed him.
“They won’t come, themselves, they’ll pay someone to do their dirty work,” Army replied.
“I can’t wait until we surprise them in Durango and get rid of them once and for all,” Crow said.
“Yeah. Lil’ Donnie’s gonna tell me the exact date and time when he knows it, but with the rumor that the assholes are low on cash, it may be longer than a month. I’ll probably head back to Durango in a few days.”
“Really?” Eagle said. “That seems to be your favorite place all of a sudden.”
Frowning, Army shook his head. “My fuckin’ family lives there, dude.”
“They didn’t just move there. They’ve been living there since you’ve been in the club.”
“What the fuck are you trying to say?” Army’s body went rigid.
Eagle jerked his head back. “Why’re you getting pissed off? I was just making an observation.”
“I don’t need you butting into what the hell I do. I don’t give a shit where you go or what the hell you do.” Army pushed away from the bar, his nostrils flaring.
“Chill, bro,” Muerto said.
“Chill, my ass. I’m outta here.” He turned around and stalked out of the clubhouse. Taking out his keys, he headed over to his bike. The crisp air cooled his ire down a bit, and he cursed himself for overreacting to Eagle’s comment. Why did it bother him so much? Maybe it was because he didn’t want to admit that the only reason he’d decided to spend time in Durango was because of Mia.BS. Dad’s there, and Taylor’s close to going pro.He slipped on his sunglasses and gripped the handlebars.And I hadn’t seen Joshua in almost three months. I don’t want the little guy to forget his uncle. Mia was a bonus, that’s all.The cams screamed as he sped out of the lot and headed for downtown.
Army pulled up in front of the flower shop and killed the engine and then stared at the passing cars.What the hell am I doing?He’d never thought about giving flowers to a woman in his life, and here he was in front of Hailey’s floral shop planning to go in and have a bouquet of flowers sent to Mia. Disappointment, along with distrust, was in her voice when he’d spoken to her and it ate at him. The last thing he wanted was for Mia not to trust him.
He turned his head and looked at the front window with its display of fall arrangements amid wooden buckets, straw, fake red apples, and a smaller replica of a tree with silk leaves in gold and orange.I’ll tell Hailey not to tell Goldie. I don’t need the brothers hazing me about this.He swung his leg over and walked up to the front door.
A small chime rang when he opened the door and a few customers glanced at him as he walked in. Army looked around the store not sure of what to do since he’d never been inside a flower shop. Behind several glass doors, arrangements in vases, brightly colored pails, and straw baskets lined the shelves, so he went over to them and wondered which one Mia would like best.
Army thought he was going to lose it the night before with Mia’s soft body pressed against him, her intoxicating scent swirling around him, and her luscious lips on his, and then she’d pushed him away. She’d said she wanted to slow things down, but how the hell could he do that? Mia scorched his mind far more than he cared to admit, and the way she kissed.Damn.He’d kissed a lot of women, but he’d never experienced the raw intensity that he did with her. It burned his insides and stayed with him, invading his thoughts. He couldn’t remember wanting a woman as badly as he wanted Mia. Just thinking about her, remembering her tongue tangled around his, the sound of her laugh, and the way her lips twitched when she tried not to smile made fire rush right to his dick.
He moved away from the arrangements and went over to the corner, pretending to be engrossed in a little pink boot filled with pastel colors and balloons that saidIt’s A Girl!so no one would see him pitching a tent and think he had some damn flower fetish. He concentrated on counting the number of petals in each flower, banishing any thoughts of the sexy, sassy wildcat who had somehow managed to take up a permanent residence in his head.
“Army?” Goldie said.
Fuck!He turned around and saw his buddy coming out from behind the counter. Army quickly stood in front of a table that came up to his waist. “Hey, dude. What’re you doing here?”
Where the hell’s Hailey?
“I’m just helping my woman out until she gets back from setting up for a wedding.” Goldie cocked his head to the side. “What’s up?”
“Not much. Doesn’t Hailey have employees?”
Goldie raised his eyebrows. “Yeah. One called in sick, one is helping her at the hall, and one’s in the back. Why?”
Army darted his eyes around the shop.I can just say I was passing by, or just order the fuckin’ flowers.“Just wondering. So you’re the one taking orders?”
A slow smile began to spread over his face as he nodded.
Army sucked in a deep breath, then exhaled. “I need to place one.”
