Eli's Triumph_A Reapers MC Novella by Joanna Wylde

Author:Joanna Wylde [Wylde, Joanna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Reapers MC, motorcycle club, Romance, Joanna Wylde, 1001 Dark Nights
Publisher: Evil Eye Concepts, Incorporated
Published: 2019-05-07T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Six years ago

~Peaches~

“You know,” I said, speaking very slowly so the words wouldn’t slur. “I think I like the drinking alcohol better than I like serving it.”

McKayla nodded, her face serious.

“Way better,” she replied, handing me her liquor bottle. “And that’s not the only thing we’ve been doing wrong.”

I took a deep swig. Tequila. Wasn’t sure how much I’d had, but it was enough that it didn’t burn going down anymore.

“Doing what wrong?” I asked.

“Working,” she said, swaying to the side. I caught her arm so she wouldn’t fall over. Not that it’d hurt her much. We were already sitting on the floor for reasons that’d made sense to me in the moment.

“We should stop working here,” McKayla continued. “And start drinking here. You know, instead of working. I just think that’d be better. Can I have the bottle again?”

I frowned, considering the idea as I handed over the tequila. Challenging, with all the party noise. The buzzing in my head didn’t help either. Every time I caught a thought, it tried to wiggle away.

“Drinking does seem way better than working,” I agreed. “But we also need money to buy the drinks. So, if we stop working here, we’ll probably have to work somewhere else. Otherwise, we’ll run out of money.”

“Oh,” she said, her smile fading. She fell silent. I took the opportunity to survey the room—well, as much of it as I could see from the floor—pleased with how many people had shown up. All the Reapers, of course. Not just the locals, but quite a few from other chapters. Most of our friendly regulars, too.

The only one I hadn’t seen yet was the birthday boy. Gus.

McKayla grabbed my arm, shaking it.

“What?” I asked.

“I’ve got the best idea! We don’t need our own money to buy drinks. We just need someone to buy them. Anyone, really. So, why couldn’t we just sleep with men to get alcohol? That’s way more efficient than working.”

“Tough call,” I said slowly. “Because that sounds a little like prostitution.”

“Nope. Prostitutes earn money. We wouldn’t be earning money, just booze. And we’d keep it classy, too. No well drinks.”

“Hard to argue with logic like that…”

“I know, right?” she said, giggling. McKayla was many things. Sweet and cute. Friendly.

Ultimately not much brighter than a chicken, though.

“So, assuming we decide to do this—and that’s a big if—then who do you want to sleep with first?”

“Eli,” she said with a little too much enthusiasm. “I’d really like to fuck Eli. But only once you’re done with him. I follow the code.”

I scrunched my nose at her. “I’m not interested in Eli. He smells like dirty feet.”

“Yeah, I don’t believe that,” she said, reaching for the bottle again. “If you weren’t interested, you wouldn’t hang out with him so much.”

“I hang out at Gus’s house, which is where Eli happens to live,” I corrected her. “Between that and work, I see him a lot. Doesn’t mean I like it.”

“Does that mean I can have him?” she asked, perking up.

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