of the line as I sit on the edge of my bed.
“Never doubted it. Take care of my girl and make sure you get in and out without unnecessary problems, you feel me?”
“You’re not talking to a rookie, King. It’s been a long time since I’ve been a prospect. I did more than earn my patch.” I chuckle. “I’ll handle this like a pro.”
“Thanks, brother. Good to know I can still rely on a good few.”
“Call you later,” I say before disconnecting the call.
It’s the middle of the fucking night, but when my brothers call, I’m wide awake and ready to roll. The Lost Souls saved my life. When I was a kid, my dad used to beat my ass for fun. Cage Kennedy, the former prez of the Lost Souls, took me in like I was his son and raised me alongside his own boy, King.
I’d always been good with my hands and I loved to draw. I was also a wiz in school. Cage knew people in high places, so when he spotted my talents, he pulled some strings and sent me off to school. I didn’t have to worry about a thing. From the time I was seventeen, I’d been groomed to start Soul Deep Architecture and Construction.
I have made the club a lot of money, not to mention, greasing the hands of those friends who pulled those strings for Cage. It gutted me when Cage and his old lady, Rose wrecked, killing them both on impact. I was stunned, Cage was an excellent rider. He taught me.
When I wasn’t away at school, I spent all my time on the back of a bike. King and I are like brothers. As tight as can be. He’s a stand-up guy and as great a prez as his father.
I sigh into my tired hands. I’d decided to help out on one of the worksites today and I’m paying for it now. Standing, I let my body crack and creak before walking into my closet. I move past my expensive suits. This call is going to require me to get down and dirty.
Someone is fucking with one of the club’s princesses and that shit just won’t do. A smile teases my lips as I think of the little nerdy girl who followed King around during my summers home. The last time I saw Eva was during the huge cookout King threw for her high school graduation.
Gone was the adorable little girl with the long plaits in her hair. Eva is a straight knockout and she doesn’t even know it. I had to remind myself then she was only eighteen. King would have my balls if he knew the things that cross my mind every time I see Eva. She’s had my attention for a long time.
“Fuck,” I mutter and shake the thoughts away.
I should feel like a perv, but when it comes to her, I simply don’t give a fuck. Eva will do that to a man. It’s that silky smooth, chocolate, cocoa brown skin and those large brown eyes. Her eyes remind me of fine whiskey, dark and glowing. Doesn’t hurt she has big fucking tits and a big juicy ass to match.
I snort at my thoughts. That’s probably what the asshole who has her locked in his bathroom is thinking. I’m going to hang him by his fucking balls.
Rage and possessiveness take over as I think about what King relayed to me. Eva called him to say she went on a date and the jerk now has her hiding in the bathroom after she locked herself in there.
King has his hands tied with club business and needs someone he trusts to handle Eva’s situation. I don’t envy King at all. His daddy married Rose and King gained not one, but two sisters out of it.
Sal is the youngest. She’s a super genius with computers. Sal has been in boarding school since before Cage and Rose’s accident.
King didn’t see any reason to bring her home out of the environment she had known most her life. Eva, on the other hand, became King’s priority, whether she knows it or not. Everything King does has Eva’s best interest in mind. He truly sees both girls as his little sisters, but having had Eva around for so many years, he favors her.
I, on the other hand, have watched Eva from afar. Eva may be a part of the club life, but she’s still in her own world. It’s like watching her live