Page 16 of Watcher

“Are you serious right now?”

“You’ll have to come to Pine Bluff.”

“Arkansas?” Jessica opens her car door. I tell her the club’s address, and she leaves me standing on the side of the road.

That went over rather fucking well.

I head back to the Memphis chapter and find a new set of tires on my bike. Kentucky and I head back to Pine Bluff, the taste of Megan on my lips and Jessica on my mind.

6

Jessica

After going down on her, he expects me to drive two hours to have dinner with him. Ha!

I stop at the rink and go into the office because going home isn’t an option. I didn’t know what to tell my dad or if I should. Watcher was probably right. My father knew she was fucking around on him.

“Are you okay?” Diablo asks when she enters the office. “Emily said you might be here.”

“I’m fine. How are your knees?” We really needed her for the next bout.

“It’s good enough to drive to Pine Bluff to stay the night,” she says in the chair across the desk. “I thought maybe you might want to go with me. See what it’s all about.”

“The last thing I want to do is see that asshole.” I tilt my head and look at Diablo. “You know what he did last night?”

She nods. “Kentucky told me Watcher shot four men who had been harassing you.”

“That’s right. Today, I caught him with his face buried in my stepmother’s cunt.”

“He’s a biker, Jessica. They do dumb shit like that, but they’re also good men. Loyal when they have someone to be loyal to.”

“You talk like you’ve been down this road before.” I grab my phone when a text pops up on my screen. I reply to Jeremy, letting him know he’s still an asshole. Diablo keeps talking but she doesn’t understand those men are not my type of people.

“Hellcat,” Diablo says. She smiles like she’s discovered a cure for some rare disease. “That’s your new name on the rink. Hellcat.” She gets up and walks to the door. “Let me show you something.”

Diablo leaves the office, and I hear the back exit door open and close. I’m not driving to Pine Bluff to see a man twice my age who had his mouth on Megan’s pussy. I grab my keys and lock the office before heading out back. Diablo is sitting on a motorcycle, legs spread, feet planted on the ground.

“It’s a Harley Sportster 1200 custom,” Diablo says. “It sits a little low, but it’s my second bike. I’m working my way up.”

The bike shines brighter than one of Megan’s diamonds. I move around the bike, touching the leather seat between Diablo’s legs, and then stand in front of the monster.

“Hellcat,” I say. “I like that name.” The bike is beautiful—not quite a Masareti, but gorgeous nonetheless. “Who taught you how to ride?”

“My father, initially.” She pats the handlebars as if the thing is a pet. “I quit riding for a long time and then picked it up again a few years ago when I met a biker out in Arizona. He rode for a club called Hell’s Justice. Some fucking politician had a bomb dropped on the place. Killed most everyone of them, including the man who got me back into riding.

“Hellcat.”

Diablo nods. “That’s what you remind me of, the way you move around on the rink.” She tilts her head a little, thinking. “Be one hell of a riding name, too.”

“You riding this to Pine Bluff?”

“I am.” She glances at the second seat. “I’d invite you to ride with me, but I haven’t mastered that yet.”

“I’ll follow you in the Maserati.”

“We can swing by your place to get your stuff.” Diablo starts the bike, and the engine rumbles.

“There’s nothing I need there.” There’s not. Megan is home by now and probably scissor fucking Winnie while my father sleeps out by the pool. I need to think. I need a fucking plan for when my father dies. “Lead the way.”

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