Page 8 of Bad for You

Unlike him, I would never lay hands on women or children.

My father was in deep with this latest shit Trip was involved in, I had no doubt, but so far we had no evidence. He got other people to do his dirty work.

Usually, my brother.

Trip and several of his club brothers had joined forces with our enemy, the Jackals MC, wanting in on their drug running operation. The fuckwit had offered our guys up as couriers, for a nice chunk of the profits, of course, if they helped him take out Trip’s chapter president in Albert. Positioning himself for the top spot.

The Ramblers had left that life behind a while ago. Extracting ourselves from it had not been easy, and we weren’t looking to go back.

Something Trip and my old man had voiced their displeasure about many times.

I rubbed my hands over my face, and let out a harsh breath as my gaze dipped to my phone. I opened my messages and my gaze dropped to Lila’s name instantly. What was it about this girl? Why couldn’t I get her out of my head?

I checked the time. She’d be at work. I could see her now, glasses perched on her nose, wearing one of those sexy-as-fuck pencil skirts she always wore, a pretty silk shirt clinging to her gorgeous tits. Yep, I was a full-on bastard because my dick was instantly hard. I shifted in my seat.

And instead of texting her like I wanted to, I replied to Dane’s message from earlier asking what town I was in.

Jesse: No fucking idea.

Dane: Any sign of Trip?

Jesse: Nope. You seen Lila?

Dane: Yep.

Jesse: And?

Dane: And what?

Jesse: Don’t be an asshole. She okay?

Dane: How the fuck would I know? We don’t get together for girly chats.

Jesse: You’re a prick, you know that?

Dane: Yep.

I was choking down cold fries when my phone chirped again.

Dane: Actually, I do have something. She’s seeing someone. You’re in the clear. No need for all the guilt.

I read it again.

My gut knotted. My heart beat faster. Rage, sharp and white hot hit me. I snatched up my phone and had to stop myself from throwing it against the wall.

She’d moved on.

Found someone else.

What did you think would happen?

The roar of bikes shook the diner windows. I turned as two guys rolled into the parking lot wearing Jackals MC colors.

They were off their bikes now, checking out mine.

Coincidence? I didn’t believe in them.

I stood, cracked my neck. Perfect timing. I was in the mood to beat the shit out of someone.