Tease: A Kings of Korruption MC Novel Read Online Free Page B

head before giving it a jerk to indicate that I should follow him.   Turning on his boot, he stalks out of the room.   I follow behind him, eyeballing every nosey rubbernecker I can lay my eyes on.   I’m just about out of the room when my eyes meet Mouse’s.   His are confused and a little worried as he shrugs his shoulders.
    Like me, Mouse is a prospect.   We don’t often get invited into the meeting room of the Kings.   As prospects, he and I spend a lot of time together doing one shitty task or another.   In fact, I spend more time with Mouse than I do alone.   Besides Ryker, Mouse is my only friend and the only other person in the world that I trust.
    Why am I going into this meeting and not Mouse?   What the fuck is going on?   We enter the long rectangular room where we hold Church.   Every patched member of the Kings of Korruption is sitting around it with their eyes on me as I enter behind Ryker.   He moves directly to his seat, and I automatically head toward the tall stool situated in the back corner of the room.   This is where prospects sit when they’re invited to sit in on meetings.
    Gunner Monroe clears his throat, causing all eyes, including my own, to turn to him.   “All right!   Let’s get this fuckin’ show on the road, shall we?”   He bangs his fist down onto the table.   His eyes lift to meet mine.   He’s trying to intimidate me, but I hold his stare.   I won’t lie, having Gunner stare you down is not a nice feeling, but he doesn’t scare me.   Nothing scares me anymore.  
    “As you all know, we have been here discussing the fate of our boy Tease.”   I sit up a little straighter and glance around the room, noting the glares I’m getting from everyone.   “The time has come to decide if this crazy motherfucker deserves to wear our patch or not, so we’re gonna put it to a vote.”   My heartbeat picks up.   This is it.   I’ve been working my ass off for this for over a year.   I’m older than most prospects and I haven’t made many friends here, but I have been unfailingly loyal to every one of these cocksuckers.   My skin heats with the attention that is focused on me, rage and nervousness churning slowly in my gut.
    Ryker lifts his hand from the table.   “I vote yeah.”   I nod my head at him in thanks and get a nod in return.
    “I vote fuck yeah!”   Jase.
    “No.”   The word is growled from the fat fuck sitting next to Jase.   Tiny sits at the table, eyes narrowed on me, shoulders squared in defiance.   Everyone’s eyes move to his, surprise held on many faces, but I’m not surprised.   Tiny’s had it out for me since the day I became a prospect.
    Ryker’s fist pounds down on the table.   “For fuck’s sake, Tiny!   We fuckin’ talked about this already.   You fuckin’ agreed!”
    “Well, I changed my fuckin’ mind, VP.”   His snarl is full of derision and contempt.
    Ryker glares at Tiny but stays silent.   It is against club laws to influence or sway the votes of any member.   It also means I’m out.   To be patched in, the vote has to be unanimous.   My stomach drops.   I’m done.   Ever since I met Ryker, this club has been my life.   Now what the fuck do I do?
    I stand and raise my hands to remove my leather cut bearing the prospect patch.   I feel like I’m in a trance, lost in a world that already fucking hates me.   I thought I had finally found my place, but I was wrong once again.
    Just as I fold up my cut to pass back to the club, a growl rips through the room.   Reaper is on his feet, fists clenched at his sides.   His face contorts in anger as he hollers out, “This is fuckin’ bullshit!   That fucker has done more for this club today , than you have done all fuckin’ year, Tiny.   What are you trying to fuckin’ prove?”
    “I ain’t tryin’ to prove shit.   I just don’t like the crazy prick.   He’s always just fuckin’ lurkin’ around the clubhouse and creepin’ me the fuck