Treading the Traitor's Path: Out Bad (Neither This, Nor That Book 2) by MariaLisa deMora

Author:MariaLisa deMora [deMora, MariaLisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-17T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Po’Boy

Easing his bike off the bridge and onto the tangle of surface streets, Po’Boy wove between the cars on his way to the building housing his suite. According to Twisted, the fish fry had been a success, generating the exact feeling of comradery and support the officers from all three clubs had hoped. Where normally his mind would be filled with the plans he and Twisted had talked through last night, his ride today had his mind consumed with one scene from the previous evening.

Beer in hand, Po’Boy stalked across the field behind Twisted, both men headed to the bonfire nearest the small dock. They’d been directed this way by no less than three prospects, each man pointing to the group around the fire, mute mouths not speaking so they could give no offense, arms lifted to point out Ace. Felt good to know they could count on the CoBos to offer up respect in fair measure. That had a warm burn in his belly as he trailed his president towards the large group of men gathered around the fire.

What Po’Boy hadn’t counted on was how it’d feel to see Wrench standing next to the CoBos president. He’d never fucked around with someone he knew. Never fucked around with someone in the life. A cavern-deep line he’d not ever been tempted to cross, and now he was so far on the other side of that line, he didn’t know what to think. He’d stood there, silently flanking Twisted as was his place, carefully maintaining a neutral expression. Protect and support were his watchwords as VP and even though he and Twisted were surrounded by brothers and friendlies at the moment, from long experience his gaze remained in constant motion, cataloging body language, assessing everyone and everything for hidden threats.

Wrench had much the same role, but in this setting, the CoBos were more laid back, understandable since the place was their clubhouse. Still, Wrench appeared visibly aware of every man in the group, his eyes flicking from one to the other in an unending cycle. Every man except Po’Boy. The way Wrench’s gaze seemed repelled by him felt like a spotlight shining down on him, even if he knew it wasn’t. Knew not a single man would think anything about their public conduct with each other. Once he saw how Wrench was reacting, Po’Boy became hyperaware of his own behavior, determined to leave no room for questioning. Still, it was his first experience of seeing Wrench and not being able to acknowledge anything, not letting himself even go so close as to touch Wrench in passing, and it stung painfully. Ain’t like we’re goin’ steady, he scolded himself. Just fuckin’.

Rolling to a stop in the garage, he killed the engine and backed the bike into his parking space. From the way Wrench ignored him, it might have been easy to take offense, but Po’Boy knew what was going on underneath the surface. Made him glad he’d already ordered the man to come to New Orleans.

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