Defining Darkness - K E Osborn Page 0,15

Hatch and tell him to expect us.”

Chapter Seven

NYCTO

Pulling up to the gates of the Miami Royal Bastards, this clubhouse is like our second home base. Hatch and his men are basically an extension like another limb. Other chapters of the RBMC aren’t close like Tampa and Miami. I guess it’s the close proximity. We’re only a four-hour ride, so when we need each other, we’re always there. We never saw being on each other’s doorstep as stepping on each other’s toes, it’s more a kinship. Family.

We’re brothers, that’s all that matters.

I’m hoping the bond we have is strong enough and what’s going to help me right now because even though the Miami prez, Hatch, likes to give me shit, he’s a damn good friend. Parking my ride, the mid-morning sun aggravates the hell out of me. The humidity slickens my skin in a sheen of sweat. I swipe my brow as Hatch and his VP, Brew, walk outside to greet us.

Hatch’s tall frame is intimidating to most people. Not me, though. I know him so well. Been through too much shit together. To me, he’s just Hatch. Spark, on the other hand, is cautious around him, always on full alert. It takes a lot to earn the respect of Spark, but Spark is on high alert around most people, to be honest.

Hatch starts laughing, shaking his tatty head of long hair as he strides up to me. He puts his hand out for me to grab. I take it pulling him in for a back-slapping man hug. “Goddamn, you’re out during the day? Has hell frozen over?”

“Quit ya bitchin’. Can we get inside before I catch a sunburn?”

Hatch grips my shoulder. “Pussy. C’mon, I wanna know what has you riding out here in the middle of the day. Must be something good.”

Tensing, I exhale. “Yeah, we’re gonna need a drink for this, Hatch.”

A serious expression now crosses his face. Hatch signals, then we all walk inside. Spark strolls a step behind me with Miami’s older VP, Brew, as we enter the clubhouse. It’s much the same as last time I was here. The main area looks like a sports bar. A couple of large televisions line the wall. A long bar runs the length of one wall, and there are tables scattered throughout. Dark wood accents give it an old feel, and the walls are decorated with Royal Bastard patches and flags which makes for a patriotic clubhouse.

We walk over to the bar, and their club girl, Tash, avoids us, her eyes firmly focused on Spark. “Hey, Spark, nice to see you again. It’s been a while.”

Spark clears his throat, resting his elbows on the bar. “It’s been too long, darlin’.”

“Jesus Christ,” I murmur under my breath as Hatch watches the interaction play out.

“Tash be a gem and get us some beers,” I ask, snapping her puppy-dog eyes away from Spark.

She bows her head, turning to grab the glasses, then starts filling. Glaring at Spark, he turns his back to Tash, so we can get down to business.

Tash slides a beer over to me. I bring it to my lips, the nectar flowing down with comfort. After the long ride, it’s good to have something to ease the tension rolling through my body.

Speaking of easing tension, Hype and Sage walk through the clubroom spotting me. Memories of last time I saw them spring to my mind—and my cock—and I can’t help but smile. They make their way over, Sage shying away as I stand gripping hold of Hype in a back slap. “Hey, brother. Things good?” I ask.

“Yeah, man, all good now. Thanks for the hideout. It was, ahh… appreciated, even though they found us in the end.”

That’s how Dash got shot, protecting Sage at our safe house. My eyes drop to her. She’s still as gorgeous as ever. “You’re looking good.”

A flush crosses her cheeks. I remember them being flushed while I was fucking her as she was sucking on Hype’s cock.

That feels like a lifetime ago.

“Good to see you again, it’s been a while,” her angelic voice resonates.

“Glad shit’s settled down for you.”

Hype pulls her to him. Sage is wearing Hype’s property patch. Good on him. I’m glad he pinned her down. She’s a keeper.

Hatch tilts his head at Hype, basically giving him the order to fuck off. He was trying to be subtle, but I caught it anyway.

Hype lifts his chin. “It’s damn good to see you, brother. Don’t make it too long between visits, yeah?”

I raise