him
gone, it told me that he was no longer in need of me. His lack of interest
meant I was the same person as I was the day before.
I rolled out of bed and found my
pants and shirt. I at least had enough dignity to sleep with a bra and panties
on. Hell, I doubt I even took my bra off at all the night before. These guys
weren ’ t interested in
foreplay. They didn ’ t care
about touching, caressing, kissing. They liked to fuck or get fucked. Simple as
that. Their lives were on a string. No matter how tough and cool Devil Call MC
looked on their motorcycles or as they stood side by side as a wall of danger,
they were all merely holding onto seconds. Because soon enough someone would
try to kill them. And eventually, someone would actually complete the job. That ’ s just how the life went. If
that ’ s one thing I learned
quickly about being around bikers it was that they didn ’ t look at the world with the same set of eyes as those
outside the club did. It was about outlaw survival and outlaw justice.
Scary but sexy all at the same
time.
I crept out of Gabel ’ s room and made it a few steps
down the hall when another door opened. Buzzy came walking out with a cigarette
hanging from his lips. It was lit, but he didn ’ t
take a drag on it. Buzzy started to clap for me.
“ Fuck
off, ” I said.
“ Fuck
me, ” he said.
I walked by him and pushed at his
chest. “ Not in your wildest
dreams. ”
Buzzy laughed. “ I ’ ll
get you later, sweet ass. ”
I threw the finger and started to
walk faster.
There really wasn ’ t much privacy in the clubhouse
unless you were patched in and given a room. Or you were claimed and could
share a room. The guys who weren ’ t
patched in slept wherever they passed out. The other women did the same thing.
If you were lucky enough to fuck someone the right way, you could use their
shower before getting the fuck out of the way.
I went to the end of the hall and
looked right. Down that way at the very end was Talon ’ s room. I bit my lip, thinking of his sexy picture
I had seen. The important guys in the MC had a room where they met to discuss
business. I only saw the room once before. But as I stood there, I thought
about what had happened yesterday. Alec getting shot to death. Gabel and Layne
arguing. The news that Talon had been murdered in prison. Nothing about it felt
right. It bothered me a little and I didn ’ t
know why. Maybe because since coming there for protection the allure of Talon
had grown. He was something mysterious and something even more powerful. It
drove me wild to imagine him somehow having command from a prison cell.
But now he was dead.
So what would happen?
I took a step to the right. I
started to walk down the hall, feeling weird doing so. The intrigue was killing
me inside though. When I got to the door, I touched the knob with a shaking
hand. Slowly, I turned the knob and pushed at the door. It opened enough that I
could see inside. Everything was still there that made it a room. On the wall
to the right, there was some kind of board with pictures on it. I caught sight
of Talon again. One of the pictures was of Talon sitting on his motorcycle
without a shirt on. It damn near stopped my heart. I could see the cuts of
muscle from where I stood. I could see the tattoos on his shoulders and nowhere
else. My gosh, it was fucking sexy as hell.
I wanted to touch the picture.
Hell, I wanted to lick the picture.
I made it one step when a hand
grabbed my shoulder and pulled.
“ Lose
your way? ”
I spun around and Layne stood there
staring down at me.
“ No, ” I said. “ I …”
“ You
smell like hell, ” Layne
said.
“ Gabel, ” I whispered.
Layne shook his head. “ That ’ s wrong, Everly. Just so fucking wrong. ” He then offered a half smile. “ What the fuck are you doing
trying to get into Talon ’ s
room? ”
“ Just
curious, ” I said. “ If he ’ s dead … wasn ’ t sure …”
“ That ’ s club business, ”