“Why?”
She paused, thoughtful for a moment. The night sounds of the Quarter beginning to creep in. “I need to get home. I have alot of prep to do. Other cases than yours have landed on my desk this week.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but Emerald was already sashaying away, her stiletto heels clicking with all the confidence in the world. My eyes tracked her movements in the pale moonlight and I shook my head admiring her curves and the slight bounce of her ass. I wondered if she knew those fucking power suits made me hard as fuck and I wanted to peel them from her body and screw her fucking senseless.
Before I could think any more about it my cellphone began to ring. My hands darted all over my body and found it in my back pocket.
I didn’t even get off so much as a hello when Loki, the President of my club gruffly said, “We’re having church in forty five minutes.”
“I’ll be there,” I hung up, and sighed.
Loki had definitely killed my damn hard on as the other man’s voice had caused me to go flaccid. Any delicious thoughts of my lawyer had vanished.
I headed back into the club, passing patrons on the way. Ricky, one of the late-night managers, had arrived. After telling him I was leaving, I drove to my apartment that I kept in the city.
I had a main house out in the bayou near my grandparents but I mostly stayed in the city. Selling pussy on a brass pole had allowed me to live comfortably the last few years.
Pulling the Mustang into the private garage underneath the apartment complex, I parked and grabbed my Sin City cut from the trunk. Slipping it onto my shoulders, I began to fumble for the keys to my other bike.
She was a brand-new beauty and I hadn’t had the chance to ride her much. TheIndian Scout Rogue Sixtyroared to life and I sped out of the garage and into traffic. It was kind of late for Lokito be calling church but I figured it must have been some sort of emergency if he was.
By the time I arrived, I saw nearly every single member of the Sinners was in attendance. There was nothing but chrome shining as far as the eye could see.
By the time I walked in and took a seat, I could tell something was wrong.
“What’s going on?” I finally asked Wires, who was like our tech god.
He had a solemn look on our face. “Some shits going down with the Koreans.”
My face turned stony. The Korean mafia had come into Nola about eight months ago and they’d been causing a lot of fucking trouble.
“They kidnapped Avery Stone,” Wires sighed.
“Wait, Pastor Stone’s son?”
The other man nodded. “He called Loki about an hour ago.”
Slowly, I shook my head in disbelief. Avery Stone had been going down the wrong track in life for a while but if Loki wanted us to make a move on the Koreans we were going to do it.
Loki walked in and all the talking stopped as he stood at the head of the table. Our leader began to lay everything out in front of us letting us know that the Koreans had demanded money for Avery’s release, or they were going to chop his body up.
“We’re not gonna let that fucking happen,” Wraith, who was our Sargent at Arms murmured. He was standing next to Loki looking stern.
Every single club member agreed, including myself. Pastor Stone was a genuine good guy, he’d counseled many of us a few times here and there including myself.
“We don’t need to put this to a vote,” I spoke up looking around the room. “Pastor Stone has always been good in mybook and helped out most of the people in this room at one time or another.”
When everyone had agreed, Loki split us up into different groups. Then we waited for Wires to give more details.
“The Koreans have set up a few illegal casinos,” Wires stood up with a tablet in his hand. “There’s at least eight. You should be getting coordinates now on your phones. These motherfuckers don’t mind shooting to kill. From everything I could find, there's a woman named Britney Lee who's running this whole show. She’s deadly. Heard she killed her ex-lover and mailed the head to his mama.”
The second he said that my phone pinged and a chill ran down my spine.
The mission was clear and simple.
Find Avery Stone and get him home by any fucking means necessary.
ZANE