Chains (Quarter Kings MC Book 1) by Iris Sweetwater & Kasandra Sheckles

Author:Iris Sweetwater & Kasandra Sheckles [Sweetwater, Iris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hydra Productions Online LLC
Published: 2019-12-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Chains

After I am looked over by Doc and get the full extent of the news, I don’t feel like going and talking to any of the guys. I don’t feel like dealing with the prez. And I sure as hell don’t feel like talking about the two men that we lost like it’s a fuckin’ funeral because there are no bodies at all. We had to leave them behind. No dragging those that many miles without being more suspicious than we already were. We couldn’t afford that.

No, there is only one place I am interested in being right now, and I am shocked at the realization of it.

It is later in the day, dusk, perhaps. I don’t know how long I have smelled the stench of blood and antiseptic, waiting to be checked out because I wasn’t anywhere near the worst needing to be taken care of. And I feel lucky. I feel so lucky because two men died, and I didn’t. And I think I owe the one person that kept me alive, in my opinion, a chance to give me what she wanted even if it goes against my very moral code.

I don’t find her in her room or anywhere at church, so I decide to go over to the bar, which will be open by now, and see if I can find her there. I make sure there is a wad of cash in my pocket, in case I have to buy her time off some early bird drunk. I don’t really care tonight, because I am going to get her attention one way or another.

I walk into the bar, and she is there, nursing whatever wounds she has with a full bottle of vodka in her hand. From here, I can see the cheek that was injured before I left, and I still wonder who gave her that and why she allows men to keep treating her that way, money or no money. The swelling is down, but a handprint shaped bruise is now visible, and I can see it was a rather big hand that hit her.

I shake my head and order my own drink before going to sit on the stool next to her. This time, Tequila is the one running the shift, which makes me scoff. It’s going to be a party kind of night. She’s called Tequila for a reason, and she will be drinking right along with the customers, eventually taking to dancing on the bar. She is our resident party chick, and you either love her or hate her.

“I see you made it back alive,” Nails comments through the bottle before taking another swig down her throat, and I can’t help but watch the liquid pass her lips like it is some sensual show I am getting here. My cock is already at attention, pushing into my jeans uncomfortably. After what I have been through, I really shouldn’t be turned on. But this is what she does to me, which is why I am bending all the rules for her tight now.

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