Page 106 of One Night with the Biker

“I don’t th-think Louisiana…” Ainsley swallowed and tried again. “He didn’t have a relationship with Nova,” she whispered.

Razor gave her a nasty smile and my fucking heart dropped. “I don’t believe you. He just freaked the fuck out over her death.”

Louisiana drew in a deep breath and Jinx’s face crumpled.

“I’ve heard bits and pieces about the war and the rivalry,” Ainsley started. “I know the Bloody Scorpions shadow the Royal Bastards and pop up in the same cities your club has claimed territory in. And I know there’s been a lot of death on both sides. My parents included. If Louisiana was with Nova, it wasn’t because he wanted her. We had a conversation when he broughtRoman to me and I’ve thought about it. I think Nova was a means to an end.”

“If that’s the case, why is he so fucking upset over her death?” Razor asked. “You want to psychoanalyze? Do that one. But you standing there lying isn’t helping his case oryourcase. I was suspicious of Reese, when it should’ve been this motherfucker.” He pointed to Louisiana. “That baby’s in your belly because of him. That bitch is dead because of him.”

“First?Ew.” Laughter rose up at Ainsley’s dramatic shiver. Even Razor smiled. “Reeseis the reason I’m pregnant. Not Louisiana. Perish that fucking thought. Second, Nova’s death…” Sadness pulled her features down. “If Roman was still alive, I’d think he killed her. She’s the one who outed my pregnancy to her father and marked me for death. Roman wouldn’t have taken kindly to that. It wouldn’t have mattered what I said, she would’ve been dead.”

Razor folded his arms. “Killing his president’s daughter would’ve been a death sentence for him.”

“Do you really think he would’ve cared about that?” Ainsley responded. “They tried to kill me. Roman would’ve seen that as the ultimate betrayal.”

“Look me in the fucking eye and tell me Louisiana didn’t have anything to do with you meeting Reese,” Razor demanded. “Tell me he wasn’t fucking your best friend. Repeat what you said to me about meeting Reese at a fucking bar.” He locked gazes with her. “Don’t drop your fucking gaze. Don’t flinch. Don’t stutter. Just tell me the fucking truth.”

“The truth?” She looked at Louisiana, then me before raising her gaze to Razor again. “The truth is Louisiana loves his club and he’s loyal to his patch. The truth is he ended up caring about Nova but always put his wife first. It’s why he disappeared for days at a time and didn’t want Nova calling him. The truth is he wanted Reese to stop grieving for Trinity and I swore I onlywanted no-strings attached sex. The truth is Louisiana probably saw it as a grand joke that he set up his best friend to take the virginity of a Bloody Scorpion’s sister. The truth is Roman turned down Nova’s advances five months ago because he only saw her as my friend and another sister. It pissed her off, so she set me up. The truth isIwas blindly trusting and very naïve and should’ve been honest with Reese.”

“Why weren’t you?” Razor said, though he’d lost some of his edge.

“Because I trusted Nova and Louisiana, and I thought they were right that Reese was perfect for my first time. But it was simply because I was attracted to him. He captivated me within minutes of meeting him.”

Razor looked at me. “You can move her to your room for now. Get shit sorted.”

“Thanks, Prez.”

“I can stay with Reese?” Ainsley breathed, not giving Razor a chance to answer before she launched herself against him, stood on tiptoe, kissed his cheek, and hugged him. “Thank you.”

Razor grunted. “Louisiana, do what you have to with Jinx, then report to the pit. I’m beating the fuck out of you.”

Louisiana nodded, lifted Jinx into his arms, and started carrying her away, ignoring her curses and struggles.

All my happiness fled.

“Where’s he taking her?” Ainsley demanded.

“It’s not our concern,” I said in warning. Better me than Razor. I understood Ainsley’s outrage, I was feeling a good dose of it too, but she was my main concern, which meant she couldn’t interfere with Jinx and Louisiana any more than I could. “Let me show you upstairs—”

“Jinx didn’t come here to be manhandled,” she cried.

“It’s between Jinx and Louisiana,” I said flatly. “I’m going to have Chi Chi take you back to Ma for right now. I’ll pick you up later.”

She gave me an incredulous look that I ignored. She’d just gotten on Razor’s good side. It was so new, one little misstep could make him revoke his good will. Certainly, she knew better than to interfere in any club business, especially between a brother and his ol’ lady.

She scowled at me, turned on her heel, and stomped away.

As an enforcer, there were times when I couldn’t just shoot, stab, strangle, or kick a motherfucker to death. Hits were always so easy, especially when Boom Boom ordered me to make the problem go away without bringing heat to us. If we were trying to make a point—mainly with the Royal Bastards—I had to get creative and invent ways to kill fuckheads.

In the case of those motherfuckers who’d fucked with Ainsley—also known as my brothers—it helped that I’d known most of them for years. For instance, every weekend, Vector went to hisex’s farm and helped her with the chores. According to him, she was a nut job with good pussy. He kept her at arm’s length and fucked her in exchange for his ‘help’. On Saturdays, Vector rode the entire property, searching for issues, and then he’d spend Sundays correcting whatever problem he found. More than once, I’d helped him.

How’d he repay my generosity? Leaving me with a psycho in Salt Lake City and targeting my little sister by helping Kite and Wizard with their plans, which was proven to me when Bash brought messages he’d gotten after Easton DeLuca hacked their phones.

I rode solo when I killed Nova, but this time, DeLuca helped me. We camped out on the far edge of the property. Around noon, Vector rode into view on an ornery horse not too fond of people. He always swore he had an understanding with the beast.

I waited until Vector guided the horse to a patch of uneven ground, dotted with old concrete that should’ve been removed years ago. It remained. Grass grew around it, creating an even more perilous situation.

At my nod, DeLuca fired the shotgun we’d brought just for this purpose. The horse reared, but Vector surprised me by not falling off. Just when I thought we’d have to fucking shoot him and possibly blow my cover, the horse bucked, and Vector tipped over. His boot caught in the stirrup.

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