Page 11 of Desert Heat

“I don’t even want to know.” I shut my eyes.

“What’s wrong college boy? A little human anatomy gotcha all squeamish?”

“Shut up, Regan. Damn, I don’t know how Tarak ever put up with you.”

“He didn’t.” She flashed a grin as her foot hit the gas

“What do you know of The Outlaw Princess. You know the Prez’s girl?”

“He has an ol’ lady?” Regan shook her head. “I didn’t know that.”

“No. Not a woman. His little girl.”

“What? No! You can’t.” The woman all gasped at the thought I was breaking all MC code. The one that is an unspoken agreement between warring Clubs. The rule that our woman are sacred. Untouchable.

“Relax ladies. She won’t be able to resist me. All I’ll have to do is crook my finger and she crawl on her knees to be with me.”

“Ugh-huh,” Regan rolled her eyes.

“Danny. Her old man put the hit on him and torched over 800k worth of merchandise. I can’t just walk away from that. She’s daddy’s little sweetheart. The one chink in his armor. The thing that will end this war before it even begins.”

“I dated him. Danny. A few years back.” A lone tear trickled down the right cheek of the familiar girl who had been silent until now.

“Ah, that’s why you seemed familiar.”

“What are you going to do to her?” My eyes met Regan’s in the mirror.

“Besides pop her cherry and take pics of the nail marks she leavers across my back? Break his fucking heart. Tear it out and leave a trail of her tears in the desert dust? Not much more than that.”

“Asshole,” Mouse breathed.

“Don’t worry she’ll be plenty satisfied,” I winked as the truck rolled on.

“She doesn’t deserve to be caught up in this. Women and kids are off limits.”

“Not after Danny. They shot him at point blank. He was unarmed.”

“Leave her high and dry then. Just make sure you get yours.” Regan’s mouth hardened into a fine line. Damn that woman was fierce. I shook my head imagining all the different ways Edge tried to tame her. My hands flexed on the wheel as I thought about taming the enemy. “Don’t blow my cover ladies. If any of you leak this shit… I won’t have any protection up North. I’m going completely off the grid with this.”

“Please. We might not wear a patch on a leather cut but we’re as ride or die as they come.”

“Just take me shopping, don’t hurt me and do your make over magic.”

“Why are you turning here? The mall is straight.”

“Shut up and go with it.”

“I might be young but I’m still your new Prez. Show some friggin’ respect. Don’t speak to me like that again.” I growled.

Her eyes cut over to me. “Damn that was kind of hot. I love an alpha bossing me around. Relax, Prez we need to get you cleaned up first.”

“This is my salon. I’m closed today so no one will know you were even here.” The cute woman sitting next to Jinx finally spoke.

Ten minutes later I had a very warm towel wrapped like a turban around my head and over my face while she worked getting the tools, she need to shave my beard.

I shut my eyes, while my fists clenched. My beard was like my dick. I need them both to feel like a man… fuck I hated this girl from the Outlaws something fierce. I kept losing shit because of that crew. Pieces of myself scattered all across the desert. Maybe that’s just MC life though. You gain a brotherhood but at what cost?

Five hours later, I walked back into the Clubhouse a different man. I raised a finger, “Not one word. Not one out of any of you. I’m doing this shit for Danny and The Club.”

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