Page 19 of One Night with the Biker

I sipped my beer. “There’s nothing to tell.”

“Is she a good cock sucker?”

“Wouldn’t know.” More beer to wash away the bitterness of betrayal. “She didn’t suck my cock.”

Bolt frowned as the heavy wooden door opened and Louisiana strolled out into the bright afternoon sun. I glowered at him. Ignoring me, he settled an arm around my shoulder, but I shrugged him off.

“Don’t be like that, Sarge.”

I grunted and sipped more of my beer.

“What’s crawled up your ass now, Reese?” Bolt asked, shaking his head. “You’ve been an emotional bitch since Trin’s death. The blind date was supposed to help you.”

“Tell him who the fuck you set me up with, asshole,” I ordered Louisiana. “No, excuse me,Lou Lou.”

That wiped the smirk off that motherfucker’s face.

Shaking his head, Bolt looked at Louisiana. “You’re taking that, bro? That’s a fucking insult.”

“It’s what his bitch calls him.”

Bolt lifted his brows. “Fuck, you got a side piece? Jinx will rip your balls off and shove them down your throat.”

Unconcerned, Louisiana shrugged. “I won’t risk my fucking wife over that cunt. She’s just a fuck. Wanted to knock her up and send her home to her daddy with her belly full of my kid at first. Had it happened as planned, I would’ve loved to have been there when she explained that.”

Bolt hooked a thumb in a belt loop and rocked on his feet. “Who might her daddy be?”

“Boom Boom.”

“Sonofabitch!” I tossed my empty bottle into the trash can near the door before I used it to bash Louisiana’s head. “Not only are you fucking the enemy’s daughter, but her old man is the fuckingpresidentof the club? Have you lost your fucking mind?”

Louisiana released a wad of spit. “That’s how I feel about Nova Wren. Fuck her. We haven’t been able to prove it but I know those motherfuckers took out Kenneth and stole our guns two years ago. I want justice for my kid brother and I’ll use anybody to get it.”

As angry as I was with Ainsley, she was innocent. For that matter, so was Nova, but I didn’t know her, so she wasn’t my concern. “So what the fuck did Ainsley do, motherfucker? Why did you fucking set me up with Roman Mac’s kid sister?”

Bolt whistled and scratched his long gray beard. He shook his head at Louisiana. “Boy, even for you that’s low.”

“You fucked her, Reese,” Louisiana said without heat. “It must not have mattered.”

“I didn’t find out until after.” I narrowed my eyes. “How the fuck did you know…never mind. Nova.”

“She tells me anything I want to know, although she pissed me off when she called me. Jinx had just left. Otherwise, she’d want to know who was on the phone.”

I didn’t want to hear about Nova, Jinx, or Ainsley. For that matter, I didn’t want to hear about Trinity. Since I left Ainsley’s apartment yesterday morning, my mind had been on her. The few times I thought about Trinity, I lacked the overwhelming guilt and grief that I usually felt. Turning, I opened the door and walked into the clubhouse. It was early evening, so only about fifteen members milled about. A few at the bar, some by the pool tables, and others on the sofa pushed against the wall. Our emblem was painted on the wall near the pool table that separated the short hallways for the male and female pissers.

A couple years ago, Jester convinced Razor to switch from white light bulbs to red. He liked that red sheen cast over everyone as if we cavorted in hell. Before anyone noticed me, I walked to the staircase that was located right past our storeroomand went up. Down led to the actual pit, suitable for riding out tornadoes and dust storms, and perfect to fuck up enemies.

I hurried to my room and slammed the door behind me once inside, not wanting to run into anyone. If Bolt hadn’t needed my help, I wouldn’t have left the room except to eat. Not only had the motherfucker sponsored me years ago, but he’d been like a father to me, so instead of calling Louisiana, our RC, he hit me up.

I walked to my window and gazed out. Our clubhouse was right near the river bend where the Kansas and Missouri rivers met, known as Kaw Point. Located near downtown, this confluence was a key landmark for Lewis and Clark during their 1804 expedition and remained an important part of our geography and history.

The scenic location blended natural beauty with an industrial backdrop. The Devil’s Pit was located in one of the warehouses, where just beyond was Kaw Point Park. Lush green trees framed the meeting of the muddy Kansas River and the wider Missouri River. The park itself featured walking trails, open grassy spaces, and an amphitheater with a breathtaking view of our twin city’s skyline. Kansas City, Missouri was just across the water.

Beyond the park’s natural beauty, the surrounding area had an industrial feel. Rail lines, warehouses, and old brick buildings were scattered nearby, reflecting KC’s deep ties to shipping and commerce. Bridges crisscrossed and connected Kansas and Missouri, while the riverbanks provided a mix of wild vegetation and urban infrastructure.

Seeing barges or boats navigating the river or opening my window to hear rushing water had always brought peace to me. Or, like now, when I just stood looking out without opening the window. Except I felt no calm.

Sunshine glimmered off the water. Days like this, with cool air and a cloudless blue sky, were made for riding.

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