Fuck.I run my hand over my face. Shits me that I have to jump through these hoops like a damn trained monkey, but I brought this on myself. Rather than respond, I climb into the passenger side like a good little boy, internally seething but outwardly making the best of it. Horace jumps back in, and the small caravan takes off.

It takes us more than a half hour to make it back to Bentley because of where the jail is located in Middlesboro, then another ten minutes up the mountain. A new kid opens the gate for us. They must’ve brought him on while I was in the joint. He’s puny. Wiry. Dark hair slicked back. He has the face of a rat—dark, beady eyes and whiskers. Apparently, I’m not the only one who thinks so. His nametag under his prospect patch saysRat.

The music thumps loud, even outside. It’s even louder when I open the door to step inside the clubhouse. Nothing like it. Nothing like being home. The smell of smoke, beer, and sex.

Rae, Dark’s woman, is the first one to welcome me back, and I fucking wish she would’ve kept her ass home. She looks too much like Dela. Long, dark hair, dark eyes, delicate features. A real beauty, just like her younger sister. Dela was my old lady. She got killed by the Bible Belt Killer. Rae and I dealt with Dela’s loss in very different ways. While she let Dark fuck her sadness away, I pickled my liver. Fucking wasn’t something I found myself capable of. The only one I wanted to fuck was dead and in the ground.

“Green,” she whispers as she hugs me. “I’ve missed you.” Fuck, she’s got to let me go. She’s got that same cherry fragrance from her lotion that Dela always wore, too. Del wore it because of Rae, but that smell will forever belong to Dela, at least for me.

“I can’t, Rae,” I whisper back.

She nods and lets me go. Her face exudes a sadness that I don’t mean to cause her—she’s super sweet. I love Rae. She was basically my sister-in-law for a short time. But IlovedDela, and the emotions surrounding her are still too raw, too real.

After Rae steps back, Nic pushes her way in. Nic is Vlad’s woman. She’s fucking hot. A real beauty. Decent rack and a killer ass. If anyone could be the one to tame the legendary dick of Vlad, it’s Nic.

“Good to see you,” I say.

“I’m so glad you’re home.” She hugs me tight. “The clubhouse wasn’t the same without you.”

Greer pushes in next. “My turn.”

She’s Sarge’s woman. Long, blonde hair and the opposite of Nic. Decent ass but a huge rack—I’m talking tits for days. I can only imagine how they bounce when she’s fucking. The thought of that would be enough to make a man cream in his jeans.

Next Dusty, the club’s physician’s assistant and Reaper’s woman, pushes in. “Didn’t think you were getting away without hugging me, did you?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I say back, actually laughing. Dusty’s a trip. She’s all looks, brains, and sass. She’s the perfect mix of both her parents. Both doctors. Her dad is Black, and her mom is white. Her mom’s blue eyes and her dad’s skin tone. She has this wild, curly hair that is fucking gorgeous.

I was still a prospect when she first came into the club, and it was clear from the very beginning that Reaper was in there. None of us stood a chance at hitting that—and trust me, if I hadn’t been a prospect, I’d have been the first in line. She’s that fine.

As she steps away, I spy a couple of bitches who could never be confused as pussies. One is fucking hot with all this thick, silky black hair. She’s clearly of Eastern Asian ancestry, my guess, Filipino, and has that down-to-fuck vibe that the other women here give off. But she’s also visibly pregnant. The other bitch would be a wet dream for a football jock. She’s got that ‘I used to be a cheerleader’ thing going on. Too clean-cut to be in an MC clubhouse. Blonde, tanned, killer curves I could just make out under the white V-neck T-shirt and black skinny jeans, and swear to Christ, she wore ballet flats—to a biker party. Who the fuck wears ballet flats to a biker party?

I walk over to introduce myself, curiosity getting the best of me. “I’m Green,” I say. “Haven’t seen you two before.”

“I’m Aja,” the pregnant one answers. “This is Danni.”

Of course, the cheerleader has a name like Danni.

“Who’d you come here with?” I ask. Aja throws me this killer, sexy smile that has nothing to do with me. “I’m Cutter’s old lady.”

Cutter? Whoa! This is news. I point to her belly, and she nods.

“Cutter,” she says. Damn, I’ve missed a lot.

“You serious? Cutter has an old ladyandis going to be a dad?”

“Well, it’s not a tumor.” She laughs, which causes me to laugh along with her.

“Damn… Congratulations.” Then I turn to the cheerleader. “Who are you with?”

She smirks, rolling her eyes. “I’m notwithanybody,” she says, and I can’t help but think that she doesn’t think too much of bikers. But then, why the hell is she at one of our parties?

Then, I curse myself for talking to her because when she answered—damn. She might look like a goodie-goodie, but she has this sweet, husky voice that promises all kinds of sin. It’s been so long since I’ve been with a woman, and I feel myself getting hard while picturing her sweet mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking hard.

Dela’s dead, and here I’m thinking about some other bitch sucking me? What right do I have to get off when Del never will again?

“Cheerleaders got no place in a biker club. Unless you’re down to fuck, you need to head back to your sorority sisters and get laid in the bathroom at a frat party.”

“Fuck you,” she spits.