watching them so closely, and you better hope it stays that way for a good long while.”
“Yeah? They talk about us?”
“Uh, yeah.” Kristy laughed, leaning back in her seat. She toyed with the long necklace resting between her tits. Of course, Tex kept his focus glued to the very spot. “They talk about fucking you guys up all the time. All. The. Time. But I think it’s mostly blowing off steam. They need an outlet for their anger, and it’s you.”
“You don’t think they’re planning something for when the Feds leave?”
She shrugged as though the thought didn’t bother her in the least. Really, it probably didn’t. Kristy was loyal as long as the money kept rolling in. She wasn’t one for emotional entanglements. Hard to be in their line of business and have much faith in so-called love or even friendship.
“They’re too fucking busy freaking out about their own shit.”
“Good.” He glanced Tex’s way. “That’s good.” As much as Thunder and the rest of his club wanted the CDMC to pay, arrests would be so fucking unsatisfying. Good old MC justice would be a much better outcome, and that couldn’t happen with federal agents crawling all over town.
She nodded. “I know they never found who blew up Toni’s Diner,” she said, and Thunder forced his face to remain neutral. “Guessing that’s why the local PD and the Feds have been sniffing around so much. They assume it was the CDMC.”
Just the mention of the man who killed Viper had guilt twisting Thunder’s guts. His club knew exactly who’d blown up the diner and why. Hell, he’d been the one to chase the bomb-throwing motherfucker down and deliver his ass to Copper. But ever since that day, he’d been questioning his actions and wondering what he could have done differently to chase down the bomber but also keep Viper from dying.
He couldn’t announce that the club had taken care of the fucker themselves, could he? Not to Kristy, who might turn around and vomit the information to the CDMC should they peel their wallets open for her.
“Well,” she said as she examined her long, neon purple nails. “Whatever the fuck is going on, I’m pretty sure their hands are tied until the Feds get bored. Who knows how long that will be? Those fuckers have some stamina for this shit.”
No fucking kidding.
Thunder leaned back, scratching his chin. Fuck, he’d forgotten to shave that morning, and his face itched like a motherfucker.
Kristy had given them a lot to think about. A lot to take back to Copper. The fact the prez trusted him with this intel gathering task before he’d officially patched in meant the fucking world to him. Copper understood how important it was for Thunder to be heavily involved in taking down the CDMC. He owed it to Viper and to Cassie, who he’d admittedly been avoiding since that fateful day.
“Thanks, Kristy.”
“Yep,” she said, popping the p. “Just keep me out of it, like I said, I got bills to pay.”
“Will do, babe. You gonna be at my patch-in?”
Tex’s eyes lit at the question. Poor guy was practically slobbering over the sexy stripper.
“No,” Kristy said, the perfect amount of whine in her voice. Not enough to grate on the ears, but sufficient to make her glossy mouth look kissable. She was so damn practiced. If she wanted, she could have Tex eating out of her hand and acting as her manservant within minutes. The woman had some serious power. “I took a gig with the other club before I knew about it.” She shifted her eyes to Tex. “Save me a dance for the next party, handsome?”
“Yeah, sure. Uh, fuck yeah.” Tex grinned so big, his fucking cheeks were gonna crack.
Thunder rolled his eyes as he caught the mirth in Kristy’s. She rose slowly, drawing every male eye in the place, just as she intended. Lived for. There was nothing the woman wanted more than the attention of all Y chromosomes.
Kristy was a prime example of why Thunder had never had a relationship in his life. How could anyone trust it? Lust and attraction? Sure, that was easy. Chemicals, needs, and physical urges could be easily satisfied. But the bullshit called love? Come on. Nothing but a game of one-upmanship, gold-digging, and emotional blackmail with some fucking thrown in, so the poor assholes in the relationship at least felt like they were getting something out of the deal.
A whole lotta time, effort, sacrifice, and compromise for what? Eventual heartbreak? Feeling