Page 15 of Drifter
“You bet.” I grin. He lets me go and saunters to the door. I watch him as he walks away. Drifter’s ass is sheer perfection. The contour of his body, with his muscular arms and shoulders and tapered waist, is hot.
My face flushes as I think of all the things I want to do to him in bed. I certainly hope he makes his move, because I am one frustrated woman. My boyfriend is totally hot!
Chapter 8
Redemption and Pride
Drifter
I wait for Sasha to lock the door. A reminder that I have to stop off at the hardware store in town to get new locks. I get to my bike and pull my phone out of my pocket to call Shooter.
He answers on the first ring. “Hey, brother, what do you need?”
“I need a prospect to keep watch over Sasha’s place. What do they have on for today?”
“Nothing that can’t be changed. I’ll get someone over there right away,” Shooter responds.
“I don’t want Sasha to know. If someone comes to her door, I want to be notified immediately. If it gets nasty, then they’re to keep her safe until I get to her.”
There’s a pause. Then he asks, “Do we get to know more?”
“Hawk and I are coming to the shop,” I say. Shooter immediately understands what this means. Hawk is going to call church and lay it all out. As a club, we decided to call a meeting whenever a situation involving a brother arises. Although I know the guys would never leave anything hanging, it’s still the rules we put together to make sure we’re all accountable and have a say in what happens next.
“Is it serious?” Shooter asks.
“Serious to me.”
“Then it’s serious.” Shooter sighs. “I’ll get a man over to Sasha’s. He’ll stay in the shadows unless necessary. No worries, brother, we got this.”
We hang up as I watch Hawk and Etain drive away. It takes all of fifteen minutes for Declan, one of the newest prospects, to show. He knows Sasha well. Being part of Hawk’s crew and Etain’s friend means he and the other members of the Redemption Riders hang around a lot, and whenever the women are out on their own, either Declan or Lee, our other prospect, is on their tail.
“Keep her safe,” I tell Declan as I get on my bike.
“You can count on me,” Declan replies. He’s a good man. Does what he’s told and never complains. He’s a damn fine worker too. He’s a great negotiator, and after Etain found all the inconsistencies in pricing for the parts we buy from our vendors, Declan was appointed as the official purchaser for the club. Declan takes his job seriously, and if there’s money to be saved, he’ll find a way.
When the time comes, I’ll be the first to give my approval for Declan to be patched as a full club member. Lee is our other prospect. He and Declan are close and came to the club at the same time. I had some concerns at first about Lee. He would hardly speak to any of us, and Declan served as his mouthpiece. I didn’t like it one bit. After finding a traitor among us a while back, I’m wary of anyone who comes into the club. Lee’s silence wasn’t sitting well with me. I shared my concerns with Hawk, who met with Lee. It wasn’t long after that that Lee came to find me and asked for a private talk.
We rode for hours before he motioned for us to pull over. When we did, he opened up to me and asked me to give him time before he shares his situation with the other brothers. Hawk, Declan, and I are the only people he’s spoken to, and he wants to keep it that way for now.
I accept his need for privacy, but in a club, trust is everything. I explained that if I’m feeling apprehensive, then the other brothers might be feeling that way as well. Lee’s done whatever’s asked of him, and when shit was bad with the Jackals, he was all in. Lee and Declan protected Etain fiercely and have proven time and time again that they belong with the Redemption Riders.
Leaving Declan behind to watch over Sasha, I head into the shop. Hawk is already waiting for me, with Etain sitting safely behind the desk in his office.
“The men are waiting in the back room,” Hawk says as I go over to him. He leads the way into the soundproof room we built. Club business is private. Even Etain, although she’s Hawk’s old lady, isn’t privy to our discussions. As a rule, we believe in keeping our ladies out of club affairs. Etain works with the finances of our shop. We plan to open another shop soon, but first on the horizon is a tattoo parlour for Phantom.
I follow Hawk into the room and firmly shut the door behind me. Hawk wastes no time in calling the meeting.
“I called this meeting so Drifter can have a word,” Hawk says, and turns to me. “Lay it out, brother.”
“I’m making Sasha my old lady. I made it official with Sasha, and she understands the man I am and what the club means to me,” I tell them. Several comments of “About fucking time” and “Lucky bastard” are heard throughout the room, causing me to grin. I was fighting a losing battle keeping Sasha at a distance. All it did was make me more frustrated with each passing day.
“Happy for you, man,” comes from Shooter. “She’s a good woman.”
“Yeah, she is. It’s part of the reason I asked for this meeting. Sasha was assaulted when she was sixteen. She left home and settled in town to get away from her fucked-up parents. She’s looking for peace. Ninety percent of the time, she gets it, but that other ten percent is pure hell,” I begin.
“Assaulted how?” comes from Decker.
“If her brother hadn’t come running, she would have been raped.” A round of explicit swearing resonates around the room.
