Among the Chaos: Book 2 of the Soldiers of Chaos MC Series Read Online Free
Author: A.A. Askevold
anymore either. Nikki screwed her eyes shut and took several deep breaths. She buried those feelings behind the wall and opened her eyes. Now she needed to get busy and quick.
Chapter 3
Nikki could hear the music coming from inside the club as she exited the workshop. The boys had closed up shop and left a couple of hours ago. Trace had tried to drag her out but one look at Tex and she needed more time out. She’d buried herself in that engine rebuild until it had leached most of the energy out of her. Now she was ready to go home. Instead she was headed across to the club house because if she didn’t make an appearance there’d be questions asked and she just couldn’t put up with it.
A cold wind blew across the forecourt waking her up some. A movement at the corner of the clubhouse caught her eye. Nikki glimpsed a cut as someone slipped into the shadows around the side of the building. Nothing unusual about seeing a brother wandering around the clubhouse but this felt weird. Maybe it was the unnatural stealth of the movement or the shiver that moved through her body but something was off.
Instead of heading for the door Nikki ducked around the opposite side of the building. As she neared the rear corner of the clubhouse she heard Reaper’s voice.
“So what’s the results?”
There was silence and then he spoke again, “How much longer will I be able to shoot?”
A short pause, “And riding?”
What was he talking about?
“Right. You sure there’s no other explanation?”
A string of profanities poured from Reaper’s mouth. A loud thud like fist on brick accompanied his rant.
Nikki leaned back against the wall and listened as his footsteps moved away from her and the side door of the clubhouse slammed shut. She was thoroughly confused. What could be wrong with him that he wouldn’t be able to shoot or ride? She hadn’t noticed he was unwell but then why would she? It’s not like she socialized with him or even worked with him really. Her phone buzzing drew her attention.
*Hey Baby girl get your head out of that engine and come inside. I’m so lonely in here even Tex is starting to look attractive*
It would appear from that text the boys were quite a few drinks ahead of her already. She had better get in there and show her face or they ’d send a search party out for her. She sighed and pocketed her phone. Time to get in among the chaos.
Trace sat at the bar bourbon and coke in hand. He watched as Tex sunk himself to the bottom of another bottle. He had some skank rubbing herself all over him. That was not a great look after this morning but at least it wasn’t Melanie. That’s what happened when emotions ran deep, sometimes you got carried away.
A cold breeze swept through the room bringing Trace’s attention to the main door. Nikki stepped in to the room. God she was beautiful. Even though she was rolling in her cut she never looked like a bikie moll. Her legs stretched up from her ankle boots to her short tight black skirt and Trace wanted to wrap them around his body. Her blouse was light and floaty and rather feminine for her. The top buttons were left undone revealing the creamy valley of her cleavage. His mind filled with images of his mouth on her skin and he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. Tonight was the night.
She spotted him and headed straight for him a soft smile on her face.
“From grease monk ey to sex goddess in thirty seconds,” he exclaimed as she perched on the chair next to him.
Her smile brightened. “It took a bit longer than thirty seconds. I was already on my way over when you messaged me.”
“You want a drink?” he asked her.
“Sure.”
Trace flagged the bar bitch to grab Nikki a drink and when he turned back he noticed her attention was elsewhere.
Trace followed her line of sight and spotted Tex. The bird he was with earlier was now working hi s lap despite Tex’s obvious
Chapter 3
Nikki could hear the music coming from inside the club as she exited the workshop. The boys had closed up shop and left a couple of hours ago. Trace had tried to drag her out but one look at Tex and she needed more time out. She’d buried herself in that engine rebuild until it had leached most of the energy out of her. Now she was ready to go home. Instead she was headed across to the club house because if she didn’t make an appearance there’d be questions asked and she just couldn’t put up with it.
A cold wind blew across the forecourt waking her up some. A movement at the corner of the clubhouse caught her eye. Nikki glimpsed a cut as someone slipped into the shadows around the side of the building. Nothing unusual about seeing a brother wandering around the clubhouse but this felt weird. Maybe it was the unnatural stealth of the movement or the shiver that moved through her body but something was off.
Instead of heading for the door Nikki ducked around the opposite side of the building. As she neared the rear corner of the clubhouse she heard Reaper’s voice.
“So what’s the results?”
There was silence and then he spoke again, “How much longer will I be able to shoot?”
A short pause, “And riding?”
What was he talking about?
“Right. You sure there’s no other explanation?”
A string of profanities poured from Reaper’s mouth. A loud thud like fist on brick accompanied his rant.
Nikki leaned back against the wall and listened as his footsteps moved away from her and the side door of the clubhouse slammed shut. She was thoroughly confused. What could be wrong with him that he wouldn’t be able to shoot or ride? She hadn’t noticed he was unwell but then why would she? It’s not like she socialized with him or even worked with him really. Her phone buzzing drew her attention.
*Hey Baby girl get your head out of that engine and come inside. I’m so lonely in here even Tex is starting to look attractive*
It would appear from that text the boys were quite a few drinks ahead of her already. She had better get in there and show her face or they ’d send a search party out for her. She sighed and pocketed her phone. Time to get in among the chaos.
Trace sat at the bar bourbon and coke in hand. He watched as Tex sunk himself to the bottom of another bottle. He had some skank rubbing herself all over him. That was not a great look after this morning but at least it wasn’t Melanie. That’s what happened when emotions ran deep, sometimes you got carried away.
A cold breeze swept through the room bringing Trace’s attention to the main door. Nikki stepped in to the room. God she was beautiful. Even though she was rolling in her cut she never looked like a bikie moll. Her legs stretched up from her ankle boots to her short tight black skirt and Trace wanted to wrap them around his body. Her blouse was light and floaty and rather feminine for her. The top buttons were left undone revealing the creamy valley of her cleavage. His mind filled with images of his mouth on her skin and he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. Tonight was the night.
She spotted him and headed straight for him a soft smile on her face.
“From grease monk ey to sex goddess in thirty seconds,” he exclaimed as she perched on the chair next to him.
Her smile brightened. “It took a bit longer than thirty seconds. I was already on my way over when you messaged me.”
“You want a drink?” he asked her.
“Sure.”
Trace flagged the bar bitch to grab Nikki a drink and when he turned back he noticed her attention was elsewhere.
Trace followed her line of sight and spotted Tex. The bird he was with earlier was now working hi s lap despite Tex’s obvious
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