Creatively Crushed by KB Winters

Author:KB Winters [Winters, KB]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Bad Boys, MC, bikers, outlaws
Publisher: Bookboyfriends Publishing LLC
Published: 2018-10-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Cross

The one fucking night I was actually asleep, a call woke me in the middle of the damn night. “What?” I didn’t bother checking the screen because calls this time of night were never good news.

“Yo, Cross, we’re at the Stetson—”

“I’m fucking sleeping, Stitch,” I barked into the phone, now fully awake.

“Yeah, I figured but some guys and I were here, just to make our presence felt, ya know, and the police showed up. Trying to arrest Katrina.”

Shit. Katrina ran Stetson, our more upscale brothel where guys paid a fuck ton of money to fuck girls slightly prettier and in more expensive lingerie than Bungalow Three. “Fuck. I’m on my way. Tell Kat don’t say shit to them.” I ended the call and swung my legs off the bed, rubbing my eyes. I went to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face.

I had one call to make as I pushed out of the back entrance of the clubhouse and hopped on my bike.

“Tanya. Cops are at Stetson and I need you to scare the fuck out of them and keep Katrina from getting arrested.”

“Oh goody, I was starting to think you boys had forgotten about me. Meet you there.” She disconnected the call without further details but I knew better than to question Tanya. She was a badass. A total fucking ballbuster and I was happy as hell to have her on our team.

When I walked inside the brothel and saw Katrina in handcuffs with tears pooling in her big brown eyes, I saw red. Pure white-hot fucking rage surged through me at the sight of Dickhead Dodds standing there with a uni as green as a fucking meadow. I wanted to bash the fucker’s head in but I waited. No blood would be shed until Tanya showed up.

Dodds sneered, so fucking happy with himself. “Which of our girls are you enjoying the company of this evening, Dodds?” I stopped less than a foot from the little sniveling fucking piece of shit. “Don’t know if they told you but there are no dudes in here.”

“Real funny Cross. Won’t be so funny when I take your whores in for questioning.”

I tossed my head back and laughed. “And where exactly will you take them, Mayhem? Oh right, this isn’t Mayhem and therefore not your fucking jurisdiction.” I looked around. Where the fuck was Tanya? “I guess you boys want to give us some more of your operating money.”

“You fucking bikers think you run this shit. Well, you don’t.”

“Actually we run this business. This legitimate fucking business that helps pay the salary of bloated pigs like you.” I wanted him to give me a reason. This fucker would be worth the jail time.

Just then I heard the sound of high heels clacking against the wooden floor, but the sound came from the rear of the building.

“Ah, there you are.” Tanya breezed in, her normally bone straight hair was curled into a bun at her neck but that was the only concession she’d made to the late hour, looking crisp in a red dress and matching jacket.

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