Thrill Seeker (Kings of Vengeance MC Book 5) - Winter Travers Page 0,41

through the door. “Point,” she hissed. “Who is he?”

“President of another club,” I whispered. I couldn’t explain everything to her because I needed a solid fifteen minutes to do that.

“What is he doing here?” she asked.

I shrugged and motioned for her to follow him. “Not a fucking clue, Dee. You’ll probably find out when I do.”

I could see the wheels turning in her head. She was trying to figure out just what was going on. Her reporter mind was working overtime. Not like she would be able to actually figure it out. The way the Royal Bastards had come to be a key part of the Kings of Vengeance was an interesting and still evolving story.

Quinn slowly rose from the couch as I closed the door behind me.

“What’s this?” he asked. His face was guarded and his hand rested on the butt of his gun at his hip.

Barracuda's eyes moved around the clubhouse taking everything in. God knew what he saw when he looked around. I thought Dyno had done an amazing job at renovating the old factory into the clubhouse, but maybe to Barracuda it wasn’t great.

“Uh, this is Barracuda,” I replied simply. Might as well get straight to the point before tensions rose even more. Walking into the clubhouse with someone unannounced wasn’t really a smart thing to do.

Recognition shown in Quinn’s eyes. He knew exactly who Barracuda was, and he was just as confused as I was about why he was here. Maybe he had decided to come up to Whitmore to see our progress on the strip club?

Quinn moved to Barracuda and held out his hand. “Good to meet you, brother.”

Barracuda shook his hand. “I just need a place to stay for a bit.”

“Sure, sure,” Quinn muttered. He snapped his fingers at Dyno and Zephyr, who also had been sitting on the couch. “Make sure Brick’s room is ready.”

He held up his hand toward Dyno and Zephyr. “I don’t want to take anyone’s room,” Barracuda interrupted. “I’ll take an empty bed.”

“His bed is empty for now,” Quinn explained. “In about three weeks, it won’t be.” Quinn nodded to Dyno and Zephyr to get moving.

Dyno and Zephyr took off down the hallway to Brick’s room. Barracuda may have motioned for them to stop, but they both knew they needed to listen to Quinn.

“Uh, can we get you anything to eat?” Quinn asked.

I had never seen Quinn shocked and frankly at a loss for words or unsure what to do. Normally he was five steps ahead and knew exactly what to say or do.

Kimber and Fancy were seated at the table by the kitchen watching Barracuda. Their eyes were wide and they were hanging on every word coming from Barracuda.

He was a tall son of a bitch and intimidating as hell. Just his sheer presence was enough to make you pause. His deep, gravelly voice added another layer of just overall badassness.

The Royal Bastards were a large motorcycle club that had chapters all over the world. Barracuda was the prez of the Sacramento chapter though it seemed like he wasn’t too keen on explaining what he was doing here.

“Food would be good. Whatever you got,” Barracuda grunted.

Kimber jumped up from the table. “I was just about to make dinner. How do pork chops and mashed potatoes sound?” she whipped open the fridge, and her face fell. “Uh, well, I forgot to pull out the pork chops, so how does something else sound?” She smiled wide. “Just make it something that isn’t frozen.”

Leave it to Kimber to be a goofball in front of Barracuda.

“Yeah, Kimber is really good at making something else,” Fancy snickered.

Barracuda looked from Kimber to Fancy. Something changed in his eyes. They softened for a second but then hardened back to stone.

Maybe the women weren’t as crazy down in Sacramento, and he wasn’t used to it. If he was going to hang out here for any matter of time, he was going to have to get used to it.

“Doesn’t matter what,” he grunted. He turned away from Kimber and Fancy and folded his arms over his chest.

“I’ll show you to your room while the girls work on something for dinner,” I volunteered. He didn’t say it, but I could tell he wanted to get the hell out of here.

Quinn nodded. “If you’re feeling up to it, maybe we can meet for church.”

Yeah, that would be great. I know we all wanted answers as to why Barracuda was here.

Barracuda nodded. “Yeah. Give me fifteen minutes.”

He followed me