Page 39 of Two Tricks

Eagle clapped his hands together loudly. “Could we try to keep on topic for just a moment?”

When we all fell silent, I wiggled so I could face him better, which also put me in a position that Void’s dick was tucked against my ass cheeks. This caused him to nuzzle against my neck and then bite the shell of my ear. Batting him away, I raised an eyebrow at Eagle, hoping he would start talking.

“Everyone knows that the real person who is in control of the West Coast is Two Tricks and the Hidden Empire. I know everyone thinks that MCs should just stick to women, drugs, and guns, but why can’t we be more? The Phantom Saints could really mean something in this town, except that Tricks has us blocked on all sides, forcing us to live up to that reputation,” Eagle started, his eye watching me carefully for any chance I might give something away.

“As his enforcer, you offer protection to all the people that work with Two Tricks. Some of them even get some of your men to be on site at all times. I know you probably just see it as protecting your boss’s investments, but it also makes the whole neighborhood safer. We had a hell of a time finding anything out because you have built up that kind of loyalty—not Tricks, Dax. You. Our original idea was to be able to join forces and combine what we do, mix our skills with Tricks’ and make the empire bigger. To do that would take trusted men and women to control that much territory. I have a few gangs that I plan to take over and patch in as Phantoms, but I can’t without pushback from your people.”

“You’re still not telling me what it is that you want, Eagle,” I pushed. I knew exactly what he wanted from that little speech, but I needed him to say it out loud so there were no misconceptions. “Also, what do you mean by your ‘original idea’? I’m guessing something changed.”

Eagle rubbed the scruff on his chin, watching me with an expression I couldn’t read. “Yes, things have changed because there was one thing that there was no way we could account for.”

“Really, what could that be?” I mused, cocking my head to the side.

“They didn’t count on a pint-sized hellion with a foul mouth and aggressive personality to end up turning them all into whipped puppies,” Picasso said from behind us.

Eagle just grunted as Picasso grabbed a chair and sat on it backwards next to his brother.

“Think you can manage not to shock or shoot anyone while we talk?” Eagle asked. Picasso’s answer was a shrug of his shoulders. “Good enough for me.”

“You were going to tell me what your plan is now that I somehow changed things,” I said, bringing us back to the matter at hand.

“We want to join forces with Tricks and help expand the Hidden Empire, but with becoming his private army of sorts, we need his help in return,” Eagle explained.

“Knew it couldn’t be that straightforward,” Weston grumbled.

“It’s not really a deal if both parties don’t get something out of it, you know,” Sprocket pointed out.

I sighed and leaned back into Void, oddly comfortable in this giant’s hold. “Wes, is there any coffee left? I didn’t get to drink much of mine before I chucked it.”

Much to my surprise, Cognac jumped to his feet and dashed towards the kitchen, shoving Wes back to his chair as he passed by. “No need, loverboy, I got this. She’s our responsibility too for the next month. Guess you’re gonna need to learn to share her.”

Wes frowned at Cognac, then turned back to me. “What the hell does he mean, shortcake?”

“Little demon made a bet with me and lost, which means she agreed to stay with us for a month without trying to escape,” Void answered, his voice rumbling against my back.

Cognac sauntered back into the room with a mug of steaming coffee, making sure that he brushed his fingers along mine as he handed it over. Glaring at him over the rim of my cup, I took a few gulps, letting the liquid burn down my throat.

“Clearly she didn’t agree to the bet, seeing as she ran away with me hours ago,” Wes snapped, arms crossed over his chest. “That, and it’s obvious that you all seem to think you have a shot with Dax. What, are you all just going to fight over her until she picks someone?”

Eagle burst out laughing at Weston’s words. “Good god, why would we make her pick?”

I couldn’t help but perk up at what he was saying. I knew that something had changed with all the guys, but now it seemed I was going to learn what it was.

“We all agreed way beforehand that none of us alone would be enough for a woman. Our lifestyle doesn’t come with normal hours or the ability to guarantee absolute safety, so having more than one partner to balance things out only makes sense. Could you say any different, Wester?” Eagle challenged.

Weston didn’t answer right away; he just looked at each of the guys in turn, letting the silence hang. Then he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.

“First of all, you guys have a lot to learn if you think Dax needs or wants anyone to protect or coddle her in life.” He motioned towards me with a slight frown to his lips. “I’m not sure what voodoo magic you’ve worked on her over the past few days for her to look so relaxed and content in his hold, but that never happens. As for the second part of your argument, Dax and I have been together since I was twelve and she was ten. The longest we have ever gone not talking or seeing each other was the past two days. Hell, we even live together. There is nothing about this woman that I don’t know. There is no competition between what you guys have to offer and I already do.”

My jaw fell open at the word vomit that just fell out of Weston’s mouth. He was never one to be a “Chatty Cathy” about our personal lives. Case in point—not many people knew we lived together, other than Harper, because she was my only normal friend. We didn’t exactly interact with the most trustworthy people, being tied to Two Tricks.

“Oh, green is not a good color on you, Westilicious,” Cognac snickered.

“There is no trick to this. My little demon just needs a firm hand before she will settle down,” Void shared as he snuggled into me, his teeth scraping along my neck sending shivers straight to my clit.

How the fuck was I this turned on when Wes and I had just fucked like bunnies? These guys were bad for me in more ways than one.

Leaning back, I nuzzled into Void’s neck until I latched onto his ear, biting down hard as I kicked my heel into his shin.