Midnight Ride: Wicked Warriors MC California Chapter (Wicked Bad Boy Biker Motorcycle Club Romance) by P.T. Macias

Author:P.T. Macias [Macias, P.T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: P.T. Macias Legacy Romance
Published: 2021-03-02T18:30:00+00:00

Eight

War

Fucking hell!

“Wait,” I yell, grabbing my jeans. I pull them up and pull on my socks and boots as fast as I can. I then grab my black thermal shirt and black leather cut with the MC’s colors.

I run out of the back room, down the short hall to look for her in the bar.

I can’t fucking see her; she’s gone.

“They’re gone,” Bolt says, wiping the countertop where Poison’s girls hanged.

“Did you get their name? Cell,” I ask the prospect?

“Negative Prez,” Bolt says, shaking his head resting his hands on the counter edge.

“Get me a beer and whiskey,” I say, scrubbing my face.

I slide onto the stool, looking at the door. As if she’s coming back.

Fuck!

Okay, I need to forget it. I don’t do relationships, old lady. I got what I wanted.

All good.

I take the beer from Bolt, lifting my chin thanking him. I take a long pull, turning to look around the bar.

“Prez, are you ready to go to Tops And Bottoms strip club,” Vicious asks, sliding onto the stool next to me.

“Not feeling it,” I say, shaking my head. I grab the whiskey bottle and beer, sliding off the stool. I walk back to the back room.

I need to get a grip! Fucking hell! I’ve never felt that connection with any pussy.

I walk into the backroom, falling onto the sofa. I set the whiskey bottle and beer on the table. I cradle my head, closing my eyes.

“Prez, I’m staying here with you. Vicious is going to Bottoms and Tops strip club, and Rage is balls deep inside a pussy, but he’ll be here in a few,” Ink says, walking into the room.

Ink works at the Ink Pit shop that we own, and he’s one of the best. The Ink Pit is a safe zone for all MC’s, gangs, and even the pigs go to the Ink shop to get their ink.

Fucking hell.

I want some time alone!

“Fuck,” I growl, taking a pull of the whiskey. I need to stop thinking of her.

Fuck, it’s a one-night fuck.

I don’t need an old lady.

Rage walks over to the end of the sofa; the light shines on sparkle and leans to grab something. I turn to look at it.

“What is it,” I ask, furrowing my eyebrows.

“It’s a switchblade,” Ink says, looking at it.

“Fuck, let me see it,” I growl, looking at the switchblade.

“It’s a badass blade,” Ink says, nodding, hands the switchblade to me.

“It must be the pussy that left,” I huff, looking at it.

“The sexy blonde,” Ink asks, resting his hands on his waist.

“Yeah,” I snarl, pressing the release. The switchblade pops open. I stare at the engraved scrolls and name.

“That pussy looks familiar,” Ink says, rubbing his neck, looking at the blade.

“Poison,” I say, reading the engraved name.

“Fuck, that pussy is the Satan’s Warriors bitch,” Ink yells, staring at me.

“What the fuck! Are you serious,” I growl, staring at the name Poison engraved on the blade.

“Fuck, War, that bitch is Poison,” Ink says, crossing his arms.

“Why are you so sure,” I ask, furrowing my forehead, closing the switchblade.

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