Remembering my order, the outdated biker pried the cap off a Modelo Negra and slid it to me. I chugged the ice-cold beer, understanding I wanted the hydration greater than something, however the darkish brew was too wealthy to quench my thirst.

Popping his knuckles, Static joined us on the bar, taking the stool beside me. He requested Merc for a beer. The outdated man produced a Budweiser. I noticed our drinks, noting the irony. You’ll assume it might be the opposite approach round. Merc known as Static, ese, in spite of everything. I seemed like I rode out of a Budweiser business on a Clydesdale. The growing older biker spoke of the whore home our Charleston chapter of the Royal Bastards MC had simply opened with fairly the keenness.

“If you wish to see a pussy, Merc, simply look within the mirror,” I stated, maintaining with their dialog.

Merc shot again, “Simply have to try you, Levi.”

Static appeared greater than shocked Homicide, the President in West Virginia had opened a brothel. He was downright shocked. The outdated biker was proper. His boy, Static, didn’t have a clue. I used to be out unhealthy and even knew in regards to the Bunny Ranch.

“Homicide thinks he’s Hugh Hefner,” I joked, ending my Modelo in a single lengthy chug.

With Static centered on the information, eager to learn about a member of the Royal Harlots MC working there, I felt sure the biker hadn’t been trying to find me in spite of everything.

Like me, he was after a lady. And never solely a lady, a woman biker.

“Rosie?” he requested, uttering her title just like the rumor that she was whoring herself about killed him.

“Sounds about proper,” I stated, understanding her myself. I made a decision to take my go away earlier than he discovered about my time with that whore. Rosie might suck the chrome off a tailpipe.

As I mounted my Harley, I knew I had a harmful mission forward of me. Biker bitch or not, I might finest Maren, no downside. I might take her again to Royal Street and get my life again, possibly. The hazard lied deeper. The lady had not solely woke up the monster inside inflicting me to need her like no different. She touched my deep, darkish coronary heart. She captured it, solely to drive a stake in it. Seeing her once more can be exhausting.

When I discovered her, it might be actual exhausting to not kill her.

Chapter 3

Leviathan

That evening I mounted my Harley-Davidson CVO Street Glide Extremely, admiring the heirloom purple fade paint glistening within the moonlight. Having sank my financial savings into her a few years prior, I admired the restricted version anytime I might. Shopping for such an opulent motorbike, I used to be greater than happy with the additional energy and weight of the machine, however I’d been displaying off my standing in my membership. Serving Kingpin and Royal Street had lined my pockets after which some.

Although, the motorbike that packed a severe punch when it got here to energy and efficiency was excellent for a person my dimension. One who had taken to dwelling not at his clubhouse however on the highway. Furthermore, it saved one other fifty grand out of my estranged spouse’s arms.

Pushing my real love, my Harley, to her limits, I rode into Galveston, Texas, on a mission to search out Maren, or as she was now recognized, Treasure. The lady who had as soon as been my lover who betrayed me. She was now the President of the Asphalt Gods MC, a rival membership to my very own, the Royal Bastards MC in Nashville, Tennessee. What was my membership anyhow and could possibly be once more if I introduced the traitor in.

As I rumbled by way of the sandy streets of Galveston, sticky humidity clung to me like a second pores and skin. That didn’t trouble me. My coronary heart pounded in my chest. I couldn’t assist however really feel ominous. Discovering Maren can be a simple process, because it was now. I knew the place she can be. However I needed to cope with the results of her actions. That was not one thing I used to be ready to do precisely.

My membership anticipated me to take her again to Tennessee to her dying. Kicking and screaming if I needed to. Not just for my sake, and for the sake of my brothers’ pleasure, however for the welfare of my kids. Don’t be mistaken, most of me wished her useless. However a small a part of me wanted solutions. That a part of me couldn’t imagine Maren could possibly be so merciless. That a part of me had wished her disloyalty hadn’t been true.

The small half was a tear in my resolve that solely grew. I fought the urge to hunt solutions off like a hungry canine. There was no use listening to something Maren needed to say.

As soon as a liar, all the time a liar.

Slipping into the Salty Pelican, I instantly observed the rowdy bikers occupying the again nook of the bar. The Asphalt Gods have been right here. After all they have been. This was simply the place Merc’s file stated they’d be on a Thursday evening. God terrible seaside bar had simply as many vacationers as bikers. Southern Rock sounded all through, however there wasn’t any smoke hanging within the air. A no smoking signal flashed over the bar. The odor of saltwater mingled with stale beer and seafood.

A restaurant and bar, this place wasn’t their MC clubhouse. Merc’s intel stated Treasure’s chapter didn’t have one but. As an alternative, they toured the native bars and hangouts, making their presence recognized. It was sensible. Had I recognized I used to be on the lookout for the Asphalt Gods MC, I might’ve discovered her already. After I didn’t discover Maren in Arkansas together with her Gods there, I had developed a false hope that she hadn’t gone again to them.

I misplaced all hope now.

Casually, my eyes scanned the group, on the lookout for her. Not a blonde amongst them, I counted them. There being solely 5 of them, three males and two ladies, I took a seat on the bar and ordered a shot of whiskey, feeling greater than secure. As I sipped, I saved a watchful eye on the door. Watched for Treasure, as she known as herself now. Like I had known as her my Treasure. Her highway title was a slap within the goddamn face.

When she walked within the subsequent second, it was like somebody shot me. I couldn’t imagine it. I might acknowledge her anyplace dressed as a biker bitch or not. Maren carried herself with easy grace. Her fluid actions drew the attention whether or not she took the stage or not.

Having been right here sitting on this very bar, wanting so many occasions earlier than, I couldn’t imagine my luck. Maren had talked about this place to me, and stated she discovered her daughter’s adopted mom working right here earlier than. Subsequently, I had a hunch she can be right here, and I used to be fucking proper. My timing had merely been all unsuitable. Earlier than assembly up with Merc, I had satisfied myself Maren would by no means be someplace she had advised me about.

That might be silly of her. The woman wasn’t dumb.

Did my Treasure need me to search out her?

Along with her blonde hair pulled again right into a messy bun, to point out it off, she wore a leather-based vest with the Asphalt Gods MC emblem on the again. She seemed as lovely as ever, however the sight of her carrying their colours made me see purple. The evil membership had killed my candy, harmless sister. I couldn’t shut my eyes at evening with out seeing Leia’s mangled, lifeless physique strung up on a pole.

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