TRIP: Desert Phantoms MC book two by Verlene Landon

Author:Verlene Landon
Language: eng
Format: epub

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TRIP: Everything’s going great. Meri and kids held up, will be here tomorrow. Dumped my bike on the way in, minor, but tweaked my shoulder. Should be able to ride home a day or two after Christmas. I won’t be coming back alone.

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Trip hit send and started the next text to let him know he’d fill in all the details when he got home, but his phone rang.

“Yo.”

“So, you dumped your bike, and I didn’t get a call when it happened?”

“Sorry, prez, it wasn’t like that. It’s embarrassing as fuck, actually.”

“And?”

Yeah, Granite didn’t give a shit. He wanted to know about all his brothers and anyone else he took responsibility for, and he didn’t care if it was embarrassing. There was only a minimal age gap between the prez and most of them, but he really was more of a father figure.

“It wasn’t a wreck, per se. I was rolling up in the driveway doing less than five miles per hour when a snow pile gave way and my stupid ass thought I could save my bike with a hand to the ground.”

And that’s when he heard it. Snickers. And not just one.

“Really, prez? You got me on speaker?” The snickers turned to laughter, and Trip couldn’t help but smile.

“Don’t church it up like you wrecked. Your ass tipped over and got a boo-boo.” Taps’s voice grated on his nerves and his laughter grated on his soul. Maybe it was the truth of his statement that did it or the fact that he gave his woman one of those damn chicken flingers of his.

Granite quieted everyone down a bit. “So, you wanna tell us about why you won’t be alone?”

Before he could answer, Pound spoke up. “Let me guess, Meddlin’ Meri?”

“Yep.” Trip found it funny that she’d earned that nickname, yet none had spent more than a day with her. Trip didn’t think he shared much with his brothers about family, but they paid attention. “Actually, a few of you’ve already met my Jess. Thank you, Pound, for having her back, and Taps?”

“Yeah, man?”

“Keep your little rubber chickens and everything else away from her.”

Trip heard Taps huff and puff. He could practically see him looking around the room indignantly.

“So, when did we have the pleasure?”

Again, Pound answered for him. “The shoot at the garage.”

Trip heard disbelief from some, along with Taps spitting out a drink with a loud, what the fuck. But Trip’s mind was spinning. He tuned out everything, but the fact that Pound fucking knew JJ was his and didn’t say shit?

“You knew my girl was here in Vegas, in our garage and you didn’t think to fucking tell me?” His voice rose without thought.

Granite corrected him. “Trip,” was all he said. It was the tone that spoke volumes. He knew an apology was warranted. No way he was allowed to talk to his veep with that level of disrespect, and his words were dripping with it.

“Sorry, veep. A little crazy about it.” He wanted to demand answers, but that would go over like a moped in an MC.

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