“Then that’s all that matters, Jet. That’s it. Nothing else. Leave it the fuck alone.”
“It’s just—”
“Leave it the fuck alone. Don’t open a can of worms you’ll regret openin’. And trust me, you’ll regret it.”
She stared at him. Even in the dark he could see her wheels turning. She slowly turned her head to glance up through the woods toward the Shirley compound, even though she couldn’t see it from where they stood. All she could see was a bunch of trees and darkness. And whatever thoughts were running through her mind.
But he didn’t like the look on her face when she turned her attention back to him.
She wasn’t going to leave it the fuck alone.
Fuck no.
Nobody wanted anyone to know Levi had Shirley blood. Everyone who knew where he came from, or how he was conceived, kept their mouths shut about it. For Levi’s safety and also so the kid wouldn’t be judged or bullied when he got older.
He’d become a fucking Bryson the second his adopted parents held him, which was the same second he was born. And nobody was going to fuck that up.
Especially Jet.
It would be stupid to piss off her own cousin, too, just to get to the truth she didn’t need to know.
“Leave it alone, Jet,” he growled. “Swear to fuck, you’ll regret it if you don’t.”
“Again, a threat.”
“Ain’t a threat, it’s a warnin’. And you’ll regret it ‘cause diggin’ won’t affect the Fury, but it’ll affect you Brysons. It’ll affect that baby boy.” He shrugged. “But do what ya gotta do, Jet, if you wanna fuck all that up.”
She didn’t say anything for the longest time. She was long past the minute she wanted from him. It was time for him to get the fuck out of there.
“Is there anything else in the vehicle I need to know about?”
Christ. “No,” he lied.
“If I let you go tonight, will I see you here again?”
“No,” he lied once more. Though, he hoped that lie ended up being true. They’d have to work harder on hiding any vehicle he or Easy used to return to Copperhead Road.
“Then get out of here, but... Two strikes already, Rook. I catch you here one more time, you’ll strike out.”
“Can I have my shit back?”
She laughed. “Right. I’ll hold onto them for now.”
“’Til when?”
“Until you’re no longer a convicted felon.”
She was being a total fucking bitch again. She knew there was no way he’d ever not be a convicted felon. He’d have to be pardoned by the governor for some of the major crimes he’d committed, like agg assault on a pig or for stealing cars, for that to happen. Which never would. No, he’d have that ex-con label for the rest of his life. There was no scraping free of it.
“You not being allowed to own or even possess weapons is not only due to your current parole for the stupid shit you did on your last conviction, it’s all the prior offenses, too.”
“Basically, I’m fucked.”
“Should’ve made better choices in life, Rook.”
“Guess I shoulda,” he muttered.
“Well, if you want them back you can get Cage or Dutch to pick up the gun and knife at the station. But just remember, you can’t own or possess them.”
“Guessin’ you haven’t checked out Dutch’s sheet.”
She shrugged. “Then your brother. His sheet doesn’t have anything on it preventing him from claiming them.”
His sheet might not, but his past did. Only, Cage hadn’t gotten caught for some of his worst offenses.
Lucky fucker.
“Or send one of the other club members who doesn’t have any felonies or misdemeanors on their record prohibiting them from owning or possessing a deadly weapon.”
Not many of them existed. Most of them had a past that prohibited them from having weapons. Didn’t mean they didn’t, it only meant they had to be careful about it.
“You have a wonderful rest of your night, Rook. I’m sure we’ll meet up again soon.”
He hoped to fuck not unless it was at Dutch’s Garage for vehicle maintenance.
“By the way, enjoy your blowjob. Hope it’s everything you dreamed it would be.” She snickered and headed back to her black-and-white.
Right. Now he wasn’t in the fucking mood for a fucking blowjob. Not just from Crystal, but from anyone.
That might be a first.
Fucking pigs had to ruin everything.
Chapter Three
Rook stood at one end of the table since he wasn’t allowed to fucking sit at it. No, a couple of years ago when Trip and Judge visited him during his last bid in Lycoming County Jail, they’d offered him a place to land but denied him a spot at this very table while his fucking younger brother got to be road captain.
Cage sat at that table tonight, along with Trip, Judge, Sig, Deacon and even Ozzy, the only Original who had a spot on the executive committee.
So, yeah, Rook wasn’t good enough to sit at the table, but was good enough to do the club’s dirty work.
His ass was still chapped from his encounter with Jet last night. And the lack of getting the blowjob he needed. Tonight, he’d skip the first and make sure to get the second since he needed to get his mind off the dark-haired pain-in-his-ass who ended up in his dreams last night.
He’d woken up with a raging hard-on and ended up jerking off in his bed, and then again in the shower, to rid himself of any thoughts of that badge-wearing bitch.
For fuck’s sake, he wanted to make her submit to him.
He ground his teeth. That was all it was. He wanted to be the one to put her in her place.
He wanted it to be her on her knees tonight, swallowing his dick with her crystal blue eyes turned up toward him as she swallowed his hot load down her throat. He wanted strings of saliva clinging to her lips and her mascara to be smeared by her tears from how deep he fucked her face.
That was what he wanted.
Christ.
He adjusted himself.
“Brother, the talk about Shirley women gettin’ you all worked up?” Cage asked, wearing a crooked grin.
Fuck, he’d gotten so caught up in that fantasy, he’d forgotten where he was for a moment
“Need a fuckin’ minute?” Judge chuckled. “If so, take it outta this room. We don’t wanna watch you jerkin’ your gherkin.”
“The talk of teenage Shirley girls shouldn’t be gettin’ anyone in this room worked up,” Trip growled.
Ozzy, the club secretary, raised both palms, but wore a shit-eating grin. “Not me. I like my meat more thoroughly cooked.”
“I like women who ain’t cross-eyed and don’t have an extra tit growin’ outta their back,” Cage announced.
“Damn, an extra tit would be kinda cool,” Deacon laughed.
“You can’t handle Reese’s two titties as it is,” Sig razzed him while cupping two invisible tits in front of his chest.
“Don’t think so?” Deacon asked with a grin. “She got no complaints.”
Trip slammed the gavel a couple of times on the table, getting everyone’s attention. “Jesus. Let’s get back to business.”