This meant he needed to get what he could out of her and then let her be free to find a real man who’d do her right and deserve those crinkle cuts.
“Workin’ on it,” he muttered.
“Work harder, Beck. Our agreement stands only if you give us good shit. You aren’t givin’ us dick.”
Beck did not get wound up at Lucas’s threat like he would have done just months ago.
Pride one hundred percent goes before the fall.
He was standing, but he was the lowest of the low.
And he knew it.
“I’m on it.”
“Right. So I can expect more from you soon?”
“Yeah.”
“Fantastic. Later.”
The man didn’t say goodbye.
Beck went back to Janna’s bed, put his phone on her nightstand, took off his jeans and slid in beside her.
He settled on his back and curled her into him.
She stayed there.
She was warm, soft and smelled like honey and coconut.
So he kept her there.
He was about to hit sleep when she twitched, it was not gentle, and his eyes opened.
She twitched again, stiffened, and jerked even more violently.
No way she could stay sleeping through that.
“Babe?” he called.
“God,” she breathed, sleepy but sounding freaked out.
He drew her closer and looked down through the shadows at her hair all over his chest.
“You okay?”
She shivered.
What the fuck?
He gave her a squeeze.
“Janna.”
“Just a bad dream, honey.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
She hesitated.
Then she settled into him and said, “No. I’m okay. Go back to sleep.”
“Sure?”
Another hesitation and, “No. I’m good.” She tightened the arm she had around him and snuggled into him. “All good.”
She was lying.
He knew it not only with the hesitations but also with the fact she didn’t go back to sleep.
And Beck lay on his back in her bed with her draped on his chest, not sleeping, knowing she was not sleeping, struggling to find the man inside that could handle a pretty woman who fried him crinkle cuts and didn’t mind showing she liked he came through her door, who right then had his cum inside her but was troubled with a bad dream and it was his job to make it all right.
She fell asleep before Beck found that man.
And this meant Beck did not sleep at all.
Pope
At the same time in Boulder, Colorado . . .
Pope sat at his club table, the one with the emblem of the Range MC carved into its wood in the middle, and watched the door open, Spooks coming in.
Spooks looked around, his mouth tightened, and he closed the door, walking to the opposite end of the table from Pope and crossing his arms.
“Late night meet, not even one other brother?” Spooks asked.
“This is just gonna be you and me,” Pope told him.
Spooks’s eyes narrowed.
“You know this shit ain’t right,” he said.
“Get shot of her,” Pope ordered.
Spooks’s whole face got tight. “You cannot tell me who to fuck, brother.”
“You love her?”
A muscle ticked in Spooks’s cheek.
He didn’t love her.
Not a surprise, the bitch was a bitch.
“She mean anything to you at all, man?” Pope asked.
“Yeah. She’s a great fuckin’ lay.”
“She’s radioactive.”
“And we give a fuck . . . why?”
“She’s a cunt. In a perpetual bad mood that she excels at spreading around. All the men hate her. All the old ladies can’t stand the sight of her.”
“And I give a fuck . . . why?”
“You’re fuckin’ her to get back at Taz, who she fucked over, doin’ this after you fucked Taz over and she got shot of your ass, and you felt like a dick but want Taz to pay for that.”
Spooks opened his mouth, but Pope raised a hand to him and kept talking.
“I don’t give a shit about your love life, brother. Fuck who you want. Fuck over who you want. You know how I feel about Taz. She was good for you. She was good to you. That didn’t work out, not my business. Generally, I don’t care where you put your cock. You do somethin’ with it that might get our brothers dicked over, that’s when I care.”
“No one gives a shit about Naomi Allen.”
“Right, Spooks. Three women dead who did not have a direct association with the Chaos MC, but had ties to the Chaos MC. A pussy is takin’ a Chaos cock, she’s covered. Any pussy who has shit to do with Chaos past, present, or just in case these motherfuckers made a deal with the devil and can read a crystal ball, future, should run for the hills. I’ll tell you this, Naomi is banned from Chaos. Not a single