Page 15 of What He Wants

I shook my head. “Shooter kept that shit quiet so they’d stay under the radar. Mooch was acting Enforcer, but when it came to eliminating someone, like a civilian who would be missed, he used Demo and Whistler so that it wouldn’t fall back on the club.”

Clay grunted. “How the fuck did that work?”

“Shooter made sure Demo and Whistler were known as dickheads, soldiers who ranked barely above the importance of a prospect. No one suspected them to be capable of pulling off a hit. And when a hit went down, he made sure Mooch and the rest of them had airtight alibis.” It hadn’t surprised me that Fox hadn’t dug up anything on them though, because not too many people outside the Trouble Makers knew what I knew.

“Are they pulling in members?” It’s what most MC’s would do once the key members were out of prison.

Fox rubbed the whiskers on his chin. “Looks that way. I have a contact in their area who says he’s seen some comings and goings at their old clubhouse after it being quiet there for years.”

It made sense.

“Will Shooter send Demo and Whistler for you?” Rock asked in a gruff tone.

I met his scowl. Christ, I didn’t want to think about that. My next thought went to Daisy. Fuck! If they came for me, she’d be in danger.

“Get your head off pussy and into the game, brother,” Rock snarled.

I wasn’t going to acknowledge that that was exactly where my head was at. Since meeting Daisy, I hadn’t been able to think of anything else but getting my dick into her cunt. I glared at him, not appreciating his comment, because it hadn’t been too fucking long ago that he’d had the same problem.

“Yeah, we all know I don’t have a monopoly on that problem, brother.” A couple brothers snorted. “If Mooch is still incarcerated and Shooter thinks I betrayed Trouble Makers, he’ll send them.” I had no doubt about that. He’d want me six feet under.

“Then we need to prepare for trouble.” Hawk sat back in his chair and crossed his massive arms over his just as massive chest. The look that he pinned on me spoke volumes. “What about the girl? You think it’s wise to bring her into your life right now?”

I knew what Hawk wasn’t saying, we’d all been there at one time or another. The only difference was that his woman, Audra, had brought trouble to the club, not the other way around. He was right, it wouldn’t be fair to bring Daisy into this mess. But, fuck, when had life ever been fair? I wanted her in every filthy way I could think of, and I’d already made allowances for her because she wasn’t a club whore. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe I needed to treat her like a sweetbutt, claim her pussy and get her out of my system.

We all knew what happened once you got a woman out of your system.

She became history.

Shit.

“Have you fucked her yet?” Painter snorted. My glare gave him the answer that he was looking for. “Then what’s the problem, man? Cut her loose until this shit is handled.”

“Or get her out of your system first,” Ned grinned. “Fuck the shit out of−”

“Look, enough talk about pussy,” Rock interrupted impatiently. “It’s Big John’s problem, and I want to get back to my woman.”

“So, what are we gonna do about Demo and Whistler?” Snake inquired, getting us back on track.

“Fox, tell your contact we’ll pay for any information that he can provide. Clay, Big John, I want you to head down there, stay low. I don’t want to have to go down there to save your asses.” Hawk directed his next remark to me. “You know what these fuckers look like. Find them and end them.”

Already done in my head. And while I was at it, I’d find Shooter and end him, too. Eliminate further retaliation against the club. “When do you want us to leave?”

“In the morning.”

Shit. I sat there after the men piled out of the room, thinking about how I was going to handle Daisy. Christ, we’d only known each other for a few days, but things between us had developed fast, and it wasn’t just about wanting to fuck her. If that had been the case, I’d alreadyhave had her beneath me. No, fuck, something more was happening there, something I was unfamiliar with, and not totally comfortable with. I didn’t do relationships. There was too much shit going on in my life that had to be kept quiet. I wanted her, but, thank fuck, it was new enough to let go.

I didn’t owe her any explanations. I didn’t owe her anything, but I didn’t want her in danger. The thought of club shit raining down on her because of me wasn’t something I wanted to live with. I was the only one who could make sure that it didn’t happen. I could protect her, even if it meant making her hate me. I could live with that. I couldn’t tell her what was going on, but I could let her see the kind of bastard that I really was. I could make her realize that if we did happen, it wouldn’t mean anything to me.

Show her that she was just another pussy to me.

And, if I was lucky, she’d run the other way.

Fuck. My gut told me that I was about to ruin a good thing before it even got started.

“Brother?” Hawk was standing in the doorway. “You need to talk?”

“No, Prez.” I thumped my knuckles on the table before getting to my feet and walking his way. “I know what I need to do.”

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