Curly (Hell's Handlers MC Florida Chapter Book 1) by Lilly Atlas

Author:Lilly Atlas [Atlas, Lilly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lilly Atlas Books
Published: 2021-07-19T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CURLY’S PHONE RANG Wednesday morning as he stepped out of the pet store with Harley, who was more interested in his boot laces than walking toward the car. He’d loaded up on toys, a dog bed, enough food to last this little girl a while, a bin to store all the food, and a bunch of other shit he didn’t need but ended up buying.

“Hello?” he said without checking who it was. At the same time, Harley simultaneously tugged the laces on one boot while managing to shimmy right in the path of his other. “Fuck,” he shouted as he did some sort of ninja move to avoid falling on his ass or squashing his new baby. Once steady with one hand on the shopping cart and the phone nestled between his ear and shoulder, he scooped up his rascally pup and deposited her in the cart’s child seat.

“Having some trouble over there?” Scott’s amusement came through loud and clear.

“Scott. Good to hear from you, man. Don’t get a puppy. They’re more trouble than a jealous club whore.”

Scott’s booming laugh caught the attention of Harley, who tilted her head and stared at Curly.

“You’re lucky you’re so damn cute,” he muttered as Scott still laughed.

“A dog, man? Seriously? What’d you want, a bitch that wouldn’t talk back to you?” Though joking, Scott already spoke more like a biker than he had when Curly first met him months ago.

Curly snorted. “Something like that.” He’d shoot himself in the foot before admitting he couldn’t stand the quiet around his house. After living in prison with hundreds of other men, he’d expected to want nothing more than peace and silence, but it turned out he’d become so accustomed to a level of constant noise and the company of a cellmate, the silence drove him up a wall. It was either find another living creature to inhabit his house and time or become an alcoholic. “How’s shit going with you?”

“I’m out. Free and clear of Uncle Sam. Been hanging at Chloe and Rocket’s for the past few days.”

“Shit, congrats, I think. How’s it feel?” He opened the tailgate of his truck and started loading his purchases.

“Thanks.” Scott laughed. “Feels weird as fuck. Keep thinking I’m on leave for a few days, and I’ll be back on base before I know it. Then I remember I’m basically homeless, jobless, and totally without purpose in life.”

“Well, man, I can give you some purpose in about five seconds.” They could use him and his expertise in planning and conducting covert operations. Curly had no doubt Scott would have a few suggestions on how to put an end to Prick. Or at least his dirty fucking business.

Scott’s laugh came quick. “Shit, man, you making trouble already?”

While Harley watched his every move from her throne at the top of the cart, he finished loading up the truck. “Yeah, well, there are motherfuckers messing shit up everywhere you go.”

“Ain’t that the fucking truth.” Gone was the teasing and relaxed quality of Scott’s voice.

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