Page 50 of DOG Part 2
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Kane
Istareddown into the coffee mug the next morning, watching the steam curl up and dissipate.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Deuce asked from across the kitchen center island.
“Nothing,” I barked.
“Sounded like something last night, if you ask me.”
I shook my head. “I didn’t ask you.”
He smiled and took a sip of his own coffee. Behind him, the cheesy sixties kit cat clock grinned at me as its eyes ticked from side to side and its tail bounced like it knew about what had happened last night and was mocking me.
Hooking up with Kim last night was fucking hot, but it was a mistake. A big, fat, past-president-disrespecting lapse in judgment. I’d already told myself ten times that it wasn’t my fault I ended up knocking boots with Banner’s daughter. Kim was the one to come on to me. No matter who the instigator was though, I should have known better. After we were done I was uncomfortable about the whole thing. And thenshehad askedmeto leave. Usually it was the other way around, and I would be the one rushing off. I wasn’t sure what to make of that.
Deuce got up and sauntered over to the sink, setting his mug down. “When should we get a move on?”
I took a moment to think it over. “Depends on the report Skate and Tom come back with. If things are smooth out there we can wait until things are back under control. If not, we leave this morning.”
Deuce nodded slowly and ran a hand over his thick red beard. “The princess is still asleep?”
I didn’t like hearing him call her that. ‘Princess’ suggested that a girl was demure and untouched, and Kim was anything but that.
“I’m not sure Banner would want to hear you call her a princess.”
“True, but she’s got that attitude. What was she like?”
I tightened my jaw and kept my mouth shut, just looking at him. Yes. He knew what had happened last night. Deuce and I traded stories about girls all the time. This time was different. This time I had to be a vault. Revealing the past president’s daughter’s down and dirty side didn’t sit right with me.
I thought about how she must have looked right now, sleeping peacefully under the sheets in the bedroom down the hall, and the visual sat right with my dick. It was hard in three seconds flat. The kit cat clock told me so. Was she naked? Had she put those tiny little pajamas back on after I had left? Why did she kick me out so damn fast? No woman ever did that to me.
The voice of a sportscaster filtered out from the living room and down the hall as someone turned up the volume on the TV.
“Kyle,” I said gruffly. “This ain’t no vacation.” We couldn’t risk using our phones, not even burner phones, in case it led our rivals straight to the safe house. This is why Skate and Big Tom had to leave early this morning to meet one of the members at a secret location for updates. “Get your ass to a window and keep your eyes on the street. And Deuce, get out there and watch our escape routes. The both of you are acting like this is some game. We’re spread thin enough as it is.”
“All right, come off it,” Deuce snapped. His face relaxed for a second, and then he added, “Something’s up. What, you got a thing for Banner’s girl? You upset because you couldn’t fuck her all night?” Grinning, he took immense pleasure from the cut.
“Fuck you too, brother,” I told him. Being best friends with my Rugged Angels number two had its pros and cons, evidently. I decided I would check on her, and got up to fill a coffee cup to take with me. “I’ll be back.”
I was barely a few steps down the hall when motorcycles rumbled up the driveway and across the side alley. The back door flew open in a hurry, and Skate and Big Tom stormed in.
“They hit the clubhouse,” Skate said.
I was furious. My free hand curled into a fist and my vision blurred. “Fuck. What were our losses?”
“None,” Skate answered. “Unless you count the front door. They fired off some shots and must have put a bit of C-4 near the hinges. It blew the door right off.”
“No one was patrolling outside?”
“I guess not.”
“What the fuck is wrong with the men? They forget their training just like that?”
“I don’t know. We’re short-handed too.”
“That’s no excuse. They should at least have had a lookout watching each exit.”
