Iron Claw MC: The Collective by Erin Trejo

Author:Erin Trejo [Trejo, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-17T16:00:00+00:00

Crazy gets crazier

Chapter 30

Is it me? Do I just attract the insane women? If it isn’t Ally now it’s Nina. I swear to fuck I should stay single and hit every woman that walks through those club house doors but I don’t. No, I have to fall for the one that shouldn’t have.

“What the hell are you lookin’ like that for?” Trig slaps my shoulder before I brush him off. I don’t want to hear his shit now either.

“Nothin’. I’m tired.” I brush past him as he chuckles. Fucking asshole knows me better than I know myself most days.

“That pussy got you whipped already?” Jogging up next to me, this isn’t the time or the place, but I will slap the hell out of him.

“Can you mind your own business? We have shit to do.” Growling through my teeth, he sees the look on my face. He knows I’m not playing.

Trig throws his hands up before backing off.

“What’s the thoughts on this shit? Looks deserted.” Trig says. I nod as I look around, I’d have to agree with that. Our shit isn’t in here.

“Yeah, this ain’t the spot. Let’s go look anyway.” I know it isn’t here. They played us like a fucking fiddle and we let them. Much like we have before.

“Damion ain’t gonna like this shit.” Huffing, who the hell is he telling.

“Not even a little.” I grumble. We push the door open to the old warehouse before stepping inside. Just like I thought, the place is empty.

“Wow, would you look at all that shit.” Trig’s sarcastic tone doesn’t make me smile at all. In fact, he’s skating on thin ice with me.

“Look around, asshole.” Even if they aren’t here now doesn’t mean they weren’t at some point.

I’ve learned a lot over my years in this club. Shit, I’ve learned a lot about life in general.

Rule number one, never think you’re right. It will always prove to be wrong. You can never just assume things, which brings Nina back front and center in my mind. Shaking it off, I keep looking.

I glance around at the floor before I spot something.

Reaching down, I lift the cigarette butt in my fingers.

“Look at this shit. Fresh.” Trig walks over before laughing.

“A goddamn cigarette butt? That’s what you come up with, Blaze? Cause there’s no way in hell that someone snuck in here to hang out.” Flicking it out of my fingers, I rush him. I’ve had just about enough of his shit for one day.

He might be my friend and my brother but he is wearing me thin. He’s always opening his mouth and never picking up any slack from the club.

With my fingers around his throat, I pin him to the wall.

“I warned you today! My patience is wearin’ thin asshole.” I growl in his face. His eyes light up with my threat. He knows I’d never go after one of my own, not without being provoked.

“Calm the fuck down, Blaze. Shit ain’t that serious.” Releasing the grip, I have on him, I take a step back, scrubbing my hand over my face.

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