Bash (Kings of Carnage MC #1) - Sapphire Knight Page 0,14

snorts and digs into one of the bags I put in his truck. He comes back with a handful of fries that he stuffs into his mouth. He just watches me and eats.

“What are you doing?” I ask after observing him eat all of his fries.

“I’m waiting for my brother. Bash is on his way, and if I’m not here keeping an eye on your safety, he’ll be pissed the fuck off. Not trying to deal with my brother and his short fuse. The motherfucker is called Bash for a reason, and I like to hit back.” He winks with that last little detail.

Holy shit, it’s been a little over a week since I came across these guys, and suddenly, they’re everywhere. And why on earth doesn’t that bother me? No matter what I do, I can’t seem to get Bash off my mind. Knowing I’ll be straddling him has me squeezing my legs together. I’ve attempted to ward off the ever-present ache that’s been there since he took me for a ride yesterday at lunch. I mean, straddling his bike…not him. Oops.

Four

I’m not crazy, my reality is just different from others. - Alice in Wonderland

I’m shocked that Sly hit me up, letting me know that Angel’s car is leaving her stranded again. How he was around long enough to find out is beyond me. I just fixed the damn battery cable yesterday. I made sure to tighten it enough so it wouldn’t pop off again. I have a feeling this is the beginning of a downward spiral of her car taking a shit on her for good. Luckily for Savannah, I know my way around old ass vehicles like her hatchback. If it were some new model, she’d really be screwed because I haven’t the slightest clue about the computers and what not they shove inside them nowadays.

I’d filled my brothers in on my wreck last week. I let them know how Savannah didn’t hesitate to make sure I was all right. I had to bring them up on the details since my bike was totaled, and I needed a ride to check it out and get it towed. Then yesterday, they saw Sweet Pea come to the clubhouse and ride off with me to lunch. Today, I’d asked Sly to specifically hit up the small diner and get us something to munch on before we party tonight. I figured it’d be a good way to check in on her without actually being there and also hooking her up with some extra cash. I know she needs it, even if she’d never admit it. I’m glad he took my suggestion and stopped by, or Savannah could’ve ended up stranded or hitchhiking home without anyone knowing about it.

She seriously needs to get her fucking phone back. At least then I can make sure she has my number programmed so she can hit me up if she ever needs anything. I may have let her believe that she’s in debt to me because my motorcycle was totaled in the wreck, but that’s not the reality of it. The truth of the matter is, anyone could’ve left me on the side of the road and split. Or else not given a flying fuck whether I was still breathin’ or had met the reaper. Savannah stuck by my side, sobbing her eyes out, praying I was okay. When I saw that angel holding me like I was the most precious fucking thing to her, I knew I had to find a way to be in her life. Obviously, this is the way I’m going to do it. At least until she gives in to my charm and allows me to put her fine ass in my bed.

I pull my new motorcycle to a stop behind my brother’s truck, my body still aching from the wreck. Dropping the kickstand in place, I swing my leg over, breathing through the sharp pain slicing through me and offer Savannah a grin. I wanted to see her so fucking bad today, and I ended up getting a chance. It looks like fate was on my side again.

“Brother,” I greet Sly. His truck smells amazing—like french fries—and it causes my stomach to grumble from hunger.

He flashes me an amused grin. “You want your grub now, or you holding off?”

“I’ll wait. Appreciate you sticking around with Angel.”

He bobs his nearly shaved head and mutters, “I was on my way back from stopping by the pub. Glad I caught her.”