Never Kiss an Outlaw: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love) by Nicole Snow

Author:Nicole Snow [Snow, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ice Lips Press
Published: 2016-02-29T05:00:00+00:00

II: IOU (Skin)

Twenty-four Hours Earlier

The worst part about the club being flat out broke? No fucking pussy.

When I heard the Prez wanted us to shakedown the trucker spas toward Knoxville, I could've ripped out my nine millimeter and shot it through the ceiling, screaming like an idiot.

I rolled out of bed early, showered and dressed, threw on a clean shirt and my cut. I took a second to study myself in the cracked mirror, a morning ritual I'd started the day I earned my prospect patch.

The colors on this leather had changed a lot over the years, but what it meant hadn't. Everything here was earned, just like a soldier's medals, the story of my entire adult life writ in blood and fire.

My fingers trailed up cold leather, grazing the skull with the one-percent sign etched into its head. I got that the first time I went away for the club after a bar fight. I could still feel myself gripping a pool cue, slamming it across the disrespectful motherfucker's head, the smartass who'd pushed the Veep and called our club piss.

I'd slowly filled my cut with skulls and pistols after that, patches I'd earned for killing more disrespectful fucks and finishing runs for the club. I turned around in the mirror, glancing at the backside, which told all the rest.

Everything I'd ever die for appeared in the blood red smoking pistols and the skull sewn into the back. DEADLY PISTOLS MC, TENNESSEE, surrounded it.

Seeing my colors sent hot, angry blood flowing through my fists.

Some men had careers that kept them running like fucking hamsters, and other boys had families. This club was my job, my blood, my whole life.

I didn't do cubicles, and I damned sure didn't do love. That gun with the smoke pouring out of it reminded me of my place in the world every day – the only place I'd ever belonged.

The club had been good to me, and always would be. She might be in dire straits now, but fuck if I'd go limp and walk away. When I got patched in as a full voting member, I vowed my life, and now I was trying every day to stop the MC's lifeblood from bleeding through my hands as Treasurer.

We needed money, and lots of it. Collecting our tribute from the Deadhands' network of shitty whorehouses would tide us over for a while, but we were really after a treasure map.

I was putting on my helmet when the brothers filed out, one by one, everybody heading for their bikes.

The Veep, Joker, wore the same deadpan rip-your-arms-out-of-their-sockets expression he always did. The two prospects, Tinman and Lion, walked with him, and they all started their engines, holding position for the Prez.

“You remember the plan, Skin? Or did you forget last night while you were beating off to cable porn?” Firefly got on his bike next to me and shot me a sharp look, a fresh smoke in his mouth, blowing contrails over his bars.

“Fuck you, man. You know I'm more in love with the ladies than the bottle.

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