Ace (Syns of Desert Angels MC Book 1) Read online

Was I? Making a right wrong turn?

  Logan’s hands were gentle, and he never took his eyes off me for a second. I actually found myself having fun and starting to smile until my thoughts drifted back to Cole. I wondered if he was watching. With that thought, my movements became more seductive as my inner temptress came out to play. I was probably playing with fire, but I did it anyway.

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  Cole

  “Who’s she dancing with?” Dash asked me as he took a seat beside me.

  “Logan,” I snarled his name.

  “Who?” I give him a glare from the corner of my eye.

  “Asshole used to bully her in high school. Isn’t she yours? Why aren’t you over there beatin’ him to a pulp?”

  Dash just laughed as if the thought was preposterous and shakes his head. “She’s not mine.”

  I stare as she holds onto his arm that’s on her neck while he leads her around the dance floor. He doesn’t take his damn eyes off her for one second, and she’s fucking smiling with a glint in her eye.

  Goddamnit.

  I slam my fist on the table. “Whoa. Chill, man.”

  “Shut your fuckin’ mouth, man,” I mock him before I leave right as the song ends. Not sparing a second glance, I weave through the crowd, heading towards the back alley.

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  Mila

  Keeping my eyes on Cole once the dance ended, I tossed a half-hearted thanks over my shoulder to Logan before going after him. The alley opened up to another street. Sticking to the shadows, I soundlessly followed him until he stood before one of the discrepant, abandoned buildings a few blocks away from the lively cheer. Tossing a look over his shoulder, the door’s groan pierces the air as it gives way. Testosterone fueled sounds of fighting fill the air and abruptly halt as the door slams back into place.

  Firing off a quick text to my brother, I move towards the door and do exactly what Cole did before entering. Stepping into the darkness with only the sounds of fists against flesh as my guide. I turn down a corridor lit with candles on either side of the floor, illuminating the way. The sounds echo off the walls, sending chills down my spine.

  I step into the poorly illuminated room, the makeshift boxing ring set up in the center as the main draw. Staring as a few club members start stripping down, removing anything covering their torso while money starts to change hands as bets were called out. I make myself scarce, molding against the wall with the other women.

  Scanning the room, I find Cole propped up against the wall on the opposite side. His eyes focused as he hands over some bills to a big man in the corner.

  “Ooh, who authorized this sex show?” The blonde next to me purred. I followed her gaze to where a very large man has his pants around his huge, heavy thighs, dragging a heavily made-up woman over him. Straddling his lap, her barely there skirt became a belt as she starts to ride him on the mustard colored sofa. His head falls back in ecstasy, not giving a damn who was watching.

  “You’re new,” she studies me carefully. “I’m Asher. DAMC.” She’s tall and skinny with an angelic face as she sizes me up. Blonde hair curling at her waist as she cocks her hip, offering me her hand. She looks so stiff in her black leather getup, I’m surprised she could even move well.

  “Mila. Desert Angels, nomad,” I shake her hand.

  “Oh, you’re one of the new girls!” She tittered with excitement. “I bet things are already different down here than they were in the north.” I nod my head.

  “Very different. I don’t suppose you could tell me a little bit about this?” I watch as she takes a deep drag of her cigarette.

  “It’s fight night for the charity pool.” She exhales a steady stream of smoke.

  “Fight night?” I ask, my interest piqued.

  “Yeah. You’ll see. Most of the neighboring clubs - the ones we don’t have beef with - come here and pay to fight, others place bids, and its winner’s choice. Most pocket the bettin’ pool, some pick somethin’ out for their bikes, and the others have their own ideas for prizes. These men love beatin’ the shit out of each other. It goes towards a good cause, raisin’ money for a build to be raffled off by the hospital.”

  “Ah,” I absorb this information. Instead of raising money like the other local businesses are, they decided to double the money they raise in here.

  Smart.

  I notice most men are clothed in cuts that boast several different patches aside from their club rockers.

  1%er, 13, 3%.

  “Winner’s choice, though? As in, whatever they want?”

  “Yup. Even women. These assholes can smell fresh blood and they all want to be the first to sink their teeth into the new ones,” she eyes me pointedly, taking another long drag, the end of her cigarette burning to ash.

  “I don’t suppose you can tell me about the men here?”

  “Yeah. Follow along, okay?” She speaks like I’m an invalid. “Stay away from Hopper and Pierce. They are ‘spects. You know not to fuck the ‘spects.” She subtly starts to point to the men she describes in the crowd. “Diesel fucks like a champ. If you get into bed with that one, be prepared to be up all night. Brass has another kind of piercin’ if you know what I mean. And he knows how to use them to his advantage. He’ll drive you wild.”

  I groan and bite my lip, staring at Brass as he talks animatedly with Cole. “That almost happened one night. I’m really disappointed it didn’t.”

  Asher gives me an inquisitive look. “You almost fucked Brass?”

  “Yup. They visited the northern charter awhile back,” I shrug, sealing my lie.

  “Who else? There’s Bodi, Dimebag, and Gibbs. All have ol’ Ladies, but only Bodi and Dimebag cheat like crazy. I don’t know how they stand it. Gibbs ol’ lady, Fiona, is close with Bloom, so is Joanna. Those bitches are thick as thieves.

  Dimebag is Dice’s pop. I think that’s why Dice is the way he is. Dice is a sweetheart. He doesn’t sleep with any of the club bitches and never has a bitch on the back of his bike. He runs the strip club and doesn’t fuck any of them either. He’s not into fender fluff; I’ve tried. We thought he was gay for a while, but after talkin’ to ‘im, I realize he’s lookin’ for that long term ol’ lady.

  Rook is too much of a jackrabbit. I’ve never been with him, but I feel like he’d come the second he got inside you.” I burst out laughing, remembering Rook’s face when we pulled in.

  “Tank and Jolk aren’t here. They both have ol’ ladies, but they are at the hospital with them. Both of ‘em got shot up by some crazy bitch a few days back.”

  “That’s terrible. Do they know who?”

  “No, but when they do, it’ll be a reckonin’. These men don’t take kindly to bein’ shot at. Or emasculated.”

  “Yeah, she’s a real cunt. I hope they find her,” the brunette standing beside Asher adds.

  “No kidding,” I smirk.

  “This is Casey. Casey, Mila. Oh! I almost forgot about Ace over there. Took me forever to bag him, but he’s got this hip roll that hits you just right. He’s into anal play, too. I could come just thinkin’ about it. He made me squirt and I’ve never done that before,” she whispers that last part conspiratorially. I look back to find Cole’s cold eyes boring into me, his features indecipherable.

  Hip rolling butt fucker.

  Chapter 6

  Cole

  “I hope you wrapped it before you plowed through that high-speed traffic zone,” Brass tilts his chin across the room to where Asher and Mila were talking.

  Fuck.

  “The fuck is she doin’ here?” I lean against the wall, ignoring the gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach.

  “Spillin’ about how you made her flood the bed to anyone who’ll listen.” I snap my head towards him. “Everyone knows man. If there ain’t a dick in her mouth, she’s talkin’ about the dick that was there before.”

  Goddamnit.

  “You fightin’?” I don’t answer. “Hard feelin’s about Mila danci
n’ out there?” I shrug and pull a cigarette from my pack. I eye Mila as she laughs at something Asher said.

  She always had those “it” girl looks - sex appeal with the knowledge of when to flaunt her sexuality. It’s a dangerous combination, absolutely effortless as she leans against the wall before her eyes find mine. A condescending smirk flits across her lips.

  “She knows,” I inhale the nicotine into my lungs, pissed that Asher can’t keep information to her damn self. If her being used like a drive-thru didn’t make her a terrible choice as an ol’ lady, her inability to keep her damn mouth shut would.

  “Dude. Think she’s been celibate for five years? Don’t fool yourself, man. Look at her. She came here lookin’ to get fucked. Not to sound like a douche, but... I almost fucked her.”

  “Shut up.” I clench my teeth, breathing out a frustrated breath at the thought of other men touching her. Making her cry out in pleasure. Marking her. And I’m absolutely murderous.

  “Man, their bikes are fuckin’ sweet. One of ‘em has a badlander seat, dude. Rich assholes get Glide Sports. Probably can’t even show her a good time on the road.” Rook joins us, shaking his head. “Think they’ll give ‘em to us when this is over?”

  “No,” I watch Mila adjust her cute little headband before Milo taps her on the shoulder.

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  Mila

  “You good?” Milo stands beside me, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Didn’t take him long to find the place after I texted him.

  “Yeah. How was that?”

  “Bodi said the meet’s in two weeks. First payment is next week. And you have to work with them; Brass and Ace.”

  “Why?” I wave the smoke he exhaled away.

  “Supplier information. They just need to feel useful. Don’t shoot them. Or stab them. Or do anything to hurt them. Just... work with them.”

  “Aon chreideamh,” I smirk at him. No faith.

  “Aon deirfiúr,” he threw his arm over my shoulder and kissed my temple. None, sister.

  “MEEWAA!” Ness yells as she stumbles into my arms. I give Dash a glare for letting her get so plastered.

  “I told her to go easy on those shots. Didn’t help that Chino encouraged her,” Dash mutters, giving me an apologetic smile.

  “Mama may have raised a forever single alcoholic, but she ain’t raise no bitch!” Ness yells at him, sending Asher and I into a peel of laughter. Ness turns back to me, yelling in my ear, “MEEWAA, HOME!”

  “Soon,” I laugh at her, pulling her upright. “Asher, Ness. Ness, Asher,” I introduce the two.

  “Pleasure,” Asher giggles.

  “I want some!” Ness yells louder, attracting more attention.

  “Hush. Now watch the fight,” I force her to stay upright, keeping my gaze on the men getting into the ring.

  “Men are walking over here,” Ness slurred.

  “How many?”

  “Fo’,” Ness tells me, holding up three fingers. Milo and I shake our heads at her inebriated state.

  “You got a sweet bike out there.” Rook’s deep voice pulls my attention from leaning Ness against the wall. Brass, Cole, Dice, and some other biker flank him while Milo just nods.

  “Thanks. Might get an Arlen Ness fairing installed at some point.”

  “You know bikes? Shit, man. How about this? I’ll fight you for it. I win, I get your bike.”

  He must have some big fucking balls to challenge my brother. I size him up. His black leather jacket didn’t hide the hard layers of muscle it covered. His broad chest put him close to Milo’s stature, but I knew nothing of his abilities.

  Is he fucking insane?

  “And if I win?” Milo blows a stream of smoke in his face.

  Ignoring Milo, he leans his head down, drawing my attention to his face. “See somethin’ you like, beautiful?” Cole steps out from behind him, his body tense.

  “Hey baby,” Asher breathes. Actually breathes as she wraps her arms around his waist.

  “Get gone,” Cole throws her an icy glare, shoving her away. I feel a surge of excitement at his rejection. Looking hurt, she slumps her shoulders and slinks off to the nearest corner. I keep my gaze on Rook, not letting it show.

  “Gan trócaire, deartháir,” I cock my head, meeting his eyes with steel. No mercy, brother. I see fear flicker across Rook’s features before his cocky arrogance returns.

  “Nah, man. I don’t want to hurt you.” Milo shakes his head at me and waves a hand at him dismissively. I smirk.

  “Oh, yeah? How about you put your dick where your mouth is?” Rook squared his feet towards my brother in a challenge.

  My laughter slips out before I can contain myself. Ness and Milo’s face contort with confusion and amusement.

  “I don’t think that’s right,” Ness cackles loudly, sending me into a fit with her.

  “Dude... not how the saying goes. At all.” Dice crosses his arms over his chest, shaking his head. Brass looks away, sipping his beer. I swear I saw the curl of a smile. Cole keeps his gaze on me. Hard. Unyielding. Like he can’t believe who I’ve become. Good.

  “I’m serious,” he continued. “I’ll fight you for it.”

  “And if I win?”

  “I’ll buy and install the Ness for you.”

  Milo cups his hand around his mouth towards me, muttering quietly, “I’m not sure how to say this, but I think that one has brain damage.”

  I cover my mouth to hide my smile.

  “Why is he trying to install me?” Ness slurs loudly.

  Milo burst into laughter. “Shut up,” I elbow his ribs, trying not to smile.

  “You really want to do this, brother?” Cole asked him, his voice gruff while eyeing Milo.

  “Yeah. I can take him.”

  Such confidence.

  “Alright. Let’s do this.” Milo starts to move through the crowd that’s holding up several bills.

  “I’m going to bid,” Ness tells me as she wobbles off, swaying more than usual, and grabbing Brass’ attention. He disappears after her.

  I turn back to the ring. Two men were already moving towards each other in the center. I recognized one of them as the prospect from earlier, Pierce. A man around his age stands opposite of him. Tall, black hair, ink traveling the length of his torso. He lifts his fist in front of him as the air horn sounds. The sound startling me, making me reach for my gun.

  “If you want to live, you won’t pull that,” Cole moves to stand beside me, offering his beer.

  “Is that a threat?”

  God, he smells good.

  I move to take it, grazing his fingers with mine. He holds the bottle tighter, not letting go. Peeking up at him through my lashes, I see it.

  I see him. The man he became in my absence. There’s a hardness about him now. One that accompanies his Sergeant at Arms patch on his cut. Even his eyes show it. He’s been torturing his soul.

  It was in that moment that I realized Cole was the loneliest one in a crowd full of men that he called his “brothers”. I was thankful that I had Milo to pull me from the darkness that, often, threatens to claim me. But who pulls him back? Pulling the beer from his loosened grip, I take a long sip.

  “No. That’s me savin’ your ass. You want a threat? I’ll give you a fuckin’ threat. Dance with Logan again and see what fuckin’ happens.” I recoil at his harsh tone. “You hear me?” He catches my chin between his fingers, his eyes boring into mine like a slow burn that consumes everything in its wake. Cole was the hottest fire I’ve ever had in my life, but he burned the fuck out of me.

  “Don’t speak to me like that,” I snarl, not liking his possessive tone. It was hot once upon a time.

  Still is.

  “So, you gonna bet on your brother?” He ignores me, changing the subject so coolly as if he didn’t just, slightly, maybe, definitely make my panties wet.

  It’s natural. You haven’t had sex in a while. You’re in the presence of someone you used to sleep with. It’s normal to feel
that connection, right?

  “What? You aren’t?” Bringing his beer to my lips, I take another generous sip. His deep, rich chuckle made my insides clench. My body betraying me, stirring from her long slumber at the first sounds of familiarity. Like the sound of him was panty dropping heroin and I was well on my way to being an addict.

  “Nah. Someone’s gotta bet on the underdog.” I hand him his beer, bending to pull some bills from my boot.

  “Who might that be?” I count off two hundreds.

  “Not sure yet.” I watch his throat flex as he swallows, staring at the rough stubble on his face. His bruises from the other night fading, leaving bits of yellow around his cheeks.

  “C’mon,” he catches me staring, holding his hand out for me. I avoid him, moving in front as we weave through the crowd. Coming to stand in front of a man whose cut says Enforcer, I slap the two bills into his hand and place my bet.

  “Odds are seven to one,” his gruff voice filters over the music.

  “I’ll take those,” I tell him as he gives me a slip.

  “Other corner,” he points to the opposite side of the ring.

  “That way,” Cole gestures in front of him. We make our way over to where Dash and Ness have gathered. Ness holds Milo’s stuff as Brass stands a few feet behind her. His jaw tics as if he’s angry. I’m not sure if that’s his normal expression now or if Ness was... Ness. Milo does a series of movements to loosen his muscles as I walk up to him.

  A resounding thud echoes throughout the room when Pierce hits the ground. The air horn sounds, making the crowd go wild. Some club members get in the ring to move his limp body.

  “Mo Chuisle,” Milo offers me his hand, his eyes going dark as he stares over my shoulder. “Tá sé tar éis duit.” He’s following you.

  I peek over my shoulder, staring at Cole as he widens his stance, crossing his arms over his chest, watching us intently. “Lig dó,” I shrug, taking his hand and giving him a quick kiss as he does the same. Let him.

  “Mo Chuisle. Gan trócaire.” I tell my brother. Rook will learn a lesson tonight.