is like I’ll gladly show you. No strings attached.” I lay the offer out there for her. In the back of my mind I know that I shouldn’t be doing this since she’s so young and Fin’s sister. That should really put a halt to my actions, but it’s only a little friendly fucking.
“I don’t know. What if Eric finds out?” she whispers.
“Fuck Eric. He obviously isn’t fulfillin’ his manly duties. I didn’t tell you to strip naked right here, but the offer’s there if you want it.”
I press my lips to the spot behind her ear as I dart my tongue out and twirl it around. Carnie’s breath hitches.
“See ya around babe,” I tell her before turning to walk away. I have to adjust this fucking hard on I have before I can do anything work related.
“Hey Ink, you got a run down on those guns yet?” I holler at him.
He grabs his pad of paper and heads toward me before replying, “Yeah. We got a shit ton rollin’ in over the weekend. Tim has been gettin’ a hell of a lot down south. I don’t think sendin’ a
prospect this time around is the best idea though.” I nod my head and blow out a breath.
“I’ll handle it this round. Mason has shit to do and Grady is a fuck head.”
Ink chuckles and passes me the pad of paper. I glance down and smile as I look at the list. This is going to make us some major money.
“You like it?” Ink asks
I look back up at him and nod as I say, “Goddamn right I do. AR’s are gonna pull a shit ton on the streets. We’ve got those gangster ass fuckers lookin’ to buy this round. We’ll bump the price up on those assholes,” I tell him with a chuckle. Ink shakes his head as he blows out a ring of smoke.
“Yeah. They don’t know their heads from their assholes anyway. No one else around here is runnin’ the type of guns we are. It shouldn’t be a problem.”
“No doubt. Let’s get the grill fired up. We need to have a little bit of happiness around this motherfucker.”
Ever since Reaper died we’ve all been a little down. I’m not sure how we’ll pull back from his loss. He was a huge part of this club and he is dearly missed. Fin has his hands full with Reaper’s ex, Molly. She’s gone off the fucking rails since he and her kid died.
“You cookin’?” Mason asks walking up next to us with his arm around Whitley.
“Fuck no. I’m watchin’ the bitches cook while I drink.”
My eyes find Carnie as she moves through the room. I can’t help but notice her in that tiny ass skirt she’s wearing. That girl gives everyone a hard on, but she doesn’t even realize it.
“She movin’ in?” Mason asks nodding his head toward her.
“Fuck if I know, but she’s gettin’ shit shipped here,” I tell him.
“She’s a nice girl,” Whitley adds.
Girl? That word keeps playing through my head. She is just a girl compared to my thirty-six years.
Chapter 2
CARNIE
I love being at the clubhouse. I love the whole family vibe they’ve got going on. Fin has a good place here.
“You okay?” Tink asks pulling me into a side hug.
I love her too.
“Yeah. I’m just tired. Eric was being a dick again. He was mad that I wasn’t home when he got there. I’m sick of his shit. He sits there and snorts that shit all night and then wonders why I don’t want to stay there.”
Tink’s eyes narrow on mine.
“Don’t look at me like that Tink. I don’t care that he uses, but all the time? He’s just like my dad. I hate it,” I admit to her as she hugs me even tighter.
“I know. I didn’t mean to look at you like anything babe. It’s just Molly has been using a shit ton since Reaper and Drake died. She’s pretty much hooked. I hate it for her, so I get what you mean. Why don’t you stay with Fin?”
I cock my head to the side and stare at her before I reply, “I don’t think so. I have enough to deal with in the assholes Eric hangs out with. They all think they’re tough and shit. It annoys me,” I tell her while rolling my eyes.
Tink giggles when her eyes move over my head. I turn to see what she’s looking at and come face to face with Viking. His bright blue eyes