Thrill Seeker (Kings of Vengeance MC Book 5) - Winter Travers

Chapter One

Whoa…

Deedra

“I’ll get the rest of this, Pat. I’ll meet you in the van.”

“If you’re sure.” Pat grabbed the large bag filled with camera equipment and headed out the front door.

I was riding on a high from the awesome announcement Queenie just made, and then, to watch firsthand when she found her happy ending, was downright euphoric.

“You need some help?”

“Uh, Kimber, right?” I asked.

Kimber nodded. “That would be me. I can’t really help you since I’m holding Gun-Gun while his parents get it on over there, but I can get one of the guys to help.” She nodded to where Queenie and Sledge were pretty much getting it on with their clothes on. MC’s man, they didn’t really have much shame.

“Oh, uh, no. It’s really okay.” All I needed to do was finish packing up and head out. It would just take me a little bit.

“Nonsense,” she scoffed. “All of these beefcakes wandering around need a little something to do.”

I grimaced and shrugged. I could have used some help, but I didn’t absolutely need it. I crouched down to load the extra camera lenses into the bag.

“Yo, Point!” she shouted. “Come help.”

I froze at the familiar but not common name she yelled.

Nope. It couldn’t be him.

No way. No how.

It was not my Point.

I kept my head down and tried to quickly cram everything into the bag. Scuffed motorcycle boots stopped in front of me, and then, I was face to face with my past.

“Deedra?”

“Uh, Point,” I gasped. How? What in the hell?

“Uh, do you two know each other?” Kimber asked.

Point’s eyes connected with mine, and I was transported to another place and time. A place where the next words out of his mouth didn’t cut a hole straight through me.

“Deedra is my…wife.”

Kimber gasped. “What the fuck?”

“What are you doing here?” I asked Point. I shoved the remaining equipment in the bag and stood. The last time I had seen Point, he had been in Indiana. Over three hundred miles away from here.

Kimber waved her hand. “Did you not hear my fuck? Maybe ‘what the fuckity-fuck’ is more fitting.”

“Don’t swear with the kid in your arms, Kimber,” Point scolded.

Kimber rolled her eyes. “Well, if you wouldn’t drop a nuclear bomb on me, I wouldn’t need to pull out the fuckity-fucks.”

I grabbed the strap of the duffel bag and hoisted it on my shoulder. I couldn’t do this right now. Hell, I could barely talk to Point about this three years ago. “I better get going. Pat is waiting for me.”

“Who’s Pat?” Kimber and Point asked in unison.

“Uh, my guy.” I cringed. “I mean, my guy who helps me.” That still didn’t sound any better.

“She’s your wife, Point, but she’s got a guy.” Kimber looked at my bag. “A guy who isn’t you.”

“We just work together.” I didn’t know why I was trying to defend myself. It shouldn’t matter if Point thought I was with a guy, right? We were long over. “Keep an eye on the news tomorrow. The story should be live then.”

If I distracted them with the news story about Queenie and Gunner, then I could get the hell out of here.

“Where do you live?” Kimber blurted. “Ya know, I feel we could be, uh, friends, and well, we have this Book Club thing. It’s more like Petra reads while the rest of us drink, but it’s fun. You could join us. Please.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Lots of drinks.”

“Kimber,” Point rumbled.

He was pissed. It had been three years since I heard his voice, but I remember that low rumble he emanated when he was annoyed or angry.

“What?” Kimber hissed. “You guys have your little club. There isn’t one reason why I can’t recruit girls for Book Club. It’s not like you’re invited to it or anything.” She huffed and rolled her eyes. “And it’s not like we’re killing anyone either. It’s books and drinks, Point.”

Point folded his arms over his chest. “Pretty sure your little Book Club is nothing like the Kings of Vengeance. If that were the case we’d all be in jail.”

I took a step back. This was possibly my chance to escape. I wasn’t much of a runner, but I wasn’t opposed to sprinting out the door if it meant I didn’t have to torture myself by being this close to Point. I had been the one to leave, but that didn’t mean it hadn’t hurt when I closed the door on us.

Point’s focus was on Kimber, but he raised his finger at me. “You stay

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