Page 108 of Smokey's Distraction
“Is this about that woman you brought to Willy’s?” Hawk asked, looking between the two.
Neither man responded. They just stood there, scowling at each other.
Hawk turned to Klutch. “Leave the crude jokes and remarks for sweet pieces, not a brother’s woman. Show some fuckin’ respect.” He then looked over at Smokey. “Get your fuckin’ head on straight before you head out at three.”
Klutch wiped his hands on his jeans. “You should’ve told me she was your woman. I thought she was just a piece of ass.”
“Now you know,” Smokey grumbled.
Tank grinned. “Well I’ll be damned.”
Klutch gripped Smokey’s shoulder. “Let’s go in and have a shot.”
The men went inside and walked to the main room. There would be fifteen of them heading to Cottonwood. The seriousness of the mission created a somber mood among the brothers. Once they went over the plans, Smokey would wash up, gather his weapons—a Glock, a rifle, two hunting knives, a switchblade, and a bully stick—and meet them at his SUV. He’d drive along with Puck and Shadow. The cages were necessary to keep their presence less noticeable. Fifteen Harleys roaring into a town smaller than Pinewood Springs would tip off the assholes who’d earned the Insurgents’ wrath.
Downing his shot, Smokey headed to the conference room.
18
Rain spottedthe windshield of the SUV as Smokey drove toward Cottonwood. Flipping on the wipers, he listened to their rhythmic sound as they cleared it away.
“Those assholes are gonna find out that Insurgents don’t tolerate anyone fucking with us,” Animal said.
Tank blew out a ribbon of smoke. “It’s about time we set those fuckers straight.”
“Who the hell do they think they’re dealing with?” Throttle growled.
Looking in the rearview mirror, Smokey caught Throttle’s gaze. “It’s Skeet’s doing. Before he joined the club, we didn’t even know who the hell they were.”
“Yeah, but he didn’t force them. They’re just as guilty as that motherfuckin’ traitor.”
Shifting in the passenger seat, Rock peered over the seat and looked in the back. “At this point, it doesn’t matter who started this shit. All that matters is that we end it.”
Smokey nodded. “You’re right about that. I’ve had enough of this pussy club—Skeet in particular.” He pointed to a small cooler on the floor next to Rock’s feet. “Hand me a bottled water.”
Pulling one out, Rock unscrewed the top and handed it over. “Anyone else want something?”
As the Sergeant-at-Arms passed out bottles of water and cans of soda, Smokey concentrated on the road and the soothingclick-clackof the blades against the windshield. A slow smile spread across his face as he thought of Ashley, and the conversation among the brothers faded into the background. The last two days he’d spent with her kicked ass. The way she writhed and moaned, confirmed she enjoyed fucking him as much as he did her. They were good together. Not only in the sack, but in other ways. For starters, Ashley was a good listener, with an uncanny ability of getting him to reveal parts of himself he didn’t like sharing.How the fuck does she do that?He’d never opened up to anyone—Willy included—as much as he did with her. And the kicker was, he feltcomfortabledoing it. It had seemed natural to share the dark memories of his past with her, and in doing so, the demons he’d managed to keep sequestered most of the time had a little less of a stranglehold on him. But even better than opening up to her was the trust she had in him, willing to lay bare her fears and weaknesses. By telling him about her childhood, she let him into her life, giving him a glimpse into her dreams and hardships, which blew him away.
The women he’d hooked up with were all in for a good time—sex, booze, and a walk on the wild side. Talking wasn’t what they wanted. They craved the excitement of being on the back of a Harley, the thrill of fucking an outlaw, and the excitement of the biker world. The chicks never asked him shit about who he was and where he came from. And for as long as he could remember, that suited him just fine, until he met Ashley. She turned his world upside down, making him question everything he thought he knew about himself.
Earlier that morning, when her smoldering blue eyes watched him as he fucked her, realization had nearly slammed him on his ass. He wanted herinhis life. He wanted to spend time talking with her, laughing about stupid shit like “sex-starved seals”, taking long rides with her pressed against him. And, of course, fucking her senseless.
Thinking of a woman being in his life was strange to him, because he’d never wanted to settle down. His parents had shown him how fucked up relationships were, and he’d liked the drama-free life of casual hookups and one-night stands. So, to even think about Ashley as his “woman” was huge. But the truth was, he couldn’t get enough of her—she was in his blood. She softened the hard edges and brought light to the dark corners of his heart.
Crushing the water bottle, he threw it onto the floor.Damn, I never saw this coming. She just slipped into my life when I wasn’t even looking.But with her captivating eyes, soft as silk skin, luscious body, as well as all that sass and confidence, he never stood a chance.
“You’re pretty quiet,” Rock said, interrupting his thoughts.
“Just concentrating on the road.”
“Skinless and Rusty said the assholes have about five club whores,” Throttle said.
“That complicates things, for sure,” Smokey said. “We don’t have a beef with them.”
“I wouldn’t put it past the pussies to use them as shields,” Animal remarked.
Tank nodded his agreement. “Chances are high they’ll do that. We gotta go in and do what we need to before the fuckin’ badges get there. Sometimes, the innocent get caught in the crossfire—that’s the casualties of any war.”
