Bad Girls Do It Better (Bad Boy Billionaire Romance) (34 page)

I thought hard for a moment. This shit was starting to scare me and take me a little too far from my comfort zone. Flirting with danger? Yeah, I’d flirted with him and it landed me in his bed—willingly. Last time I was there and didn’t flirt with anyone, it almost put me in someone else’s bed—unwillingly. “I don’t know about this, I need some time to think.”

“Raven, you don’t have time to think. I told you before, I’ll be your protection. I know you’re probably worried about shit going down again, but you’re there with me. I got your back, babe.”

“Can I bring a friend?”

“What? We don’t let just anyone around the House of Lords. The Commons is where everyone goes—if we let them in at all.”

“Please? Consider this a personal favor—I do you a square and you repay the favor.”

“Who is it?” he growled, annoyed.

“Amber from work, she’s been…”

“Yeah, yeah, all right. But it’ll be up to you to make sure she keeps her mouth shut about anything she sees and hears, and I’m
not
her bodyguard.”

“I’ll let her know, we’ll be there after work.”

Out in the garage working on my bike, I saw the prez coming towards me. The old man looked like he was on a mission, cigarette hanging out of his mouth and his chest was puffed up. His emerald eyes looked fierce, squinting in the sunlight.

“’Sup, prez?” Climbing off the floor, I wiped the grease off my hands before reaching for a smoke in my shirt pocket.

“Heard you were talkin’ about bringin’ that crypt keeper to the House of Lords tonight?”

His brows were furrowed, his lips curled when he said, “cyrpt keeper”.

“Yeah?”

“Listen son, I don’t think it’s a wise idea to have her comin’ in there. You’ve been in this club long enough to know that only members and
sometimes
old ladies come in there. It’s also no secret that she talks to that Sergeant a lot and is giving him evidence to build against us.”

“Prez, no disrespect, but I know what I’m doin’ here. The club didn’t vote me in to be the enforcer for no reason.”

I knew he had a point, but he doesn’t know Raven the way I do. She’d never let that asshole cop send me up the river. If anything, she was trying to help figure out who was behind all of this.

“That crypt keeper of yours has also caused some trouble around here, which I’m not fond of. And some of the men have come to me, they’re not all that forgiving of her either. You have no idea how much I had to explain to Dalton what went down and make amends with him. If his club’s the one that’s setting us up, it fuels the fire to give him more reason to pin these murders on us and keep the body count climbing.”

“She’s not going to cause any problems,” I clenched my teeth. “That ‘crypt keeper’, as you like to call her, is here to help us. Not only is she
not
giving that asshole Matt evidence to build against us, she’s trying to insert herself in the middle of these pending charges to help clear my name and our club’s name.”

“You better make damn sure you know what the fuck you’re doing. Think with this head,” he tapped my forehead, “and not with your dick! If I get any inkling of a doubt that she’s here to cause any harm, I’ll handle her myself. I was more than forgiving when I let that shit slide that one night, but I’m not a fucking door mat.”

“Fuck this! I’m tellin’ you, I got this shit in the bag. She’s only here to help us.”

“Yeah? Well you make sure you keep her close, but don’t pull her too much in the loop because I don’t trust her and that fucking cop. When it all comes out in the wash, we’re gonna handle whoever is smearing our name through the mud, not the fucking pigs.”

“Whatever you say,
prez.
” I dropped back down on my knee to finish putting my bike back together.

Tonight wasn’t the night to fuck with me or put doubts in my mind, and that’s exactly what the fucking prez was doing to me. But I kept telling myself the same spiel I’d given him, she was here to help us, not sink us. It was no secret that Raven had it bad for me. I could tell by the look in her twinkling hazel eyes, the way she fluttered her sultry lashes and the way she held onto my every word. When we’d first hooked up, all she did was talk about Matty-this and Matty-that, but now any time his name was mentioned, her lip curled and those sexy eyes of hers rolled back in her head with annoyance. I knew I could trust her and the club would have to trust me. It probably wasn’t the best decision I’d made telling her that she could bring a friend, but sometimes that’s the price you pay for a sex goddess like her. And if it landed me another dirty alley blow job like the other day, then so fucking be it.

Raven’s silver Honda was pulling in as I finished up working on my bike. Approaching her car,  she and her friend got out.
God damn!
I know I’d told her to wear something sexy, but fuck. There was no way I was going to make it through church without sampling some of her goods. Her dress was so fucking low-cut that I could almost picture her nipples popping out of it as it snugly held her cleavage in place. And the dress barely covered the bottom of her ass cheeks. The friend she brought with her wasn’t too bad either. A cute, wide-eyed, enthusiastic brunette with a baby face—the kind my guys like to cum all over after a good blow job.

“Hey, babe,” I said kissing her cheek. “What’s your friend’s name?” I couldn’t wait for the guys to see this piece of fresh ass. Her tits weren’t too big, more palm-sized than anything, but her bubbly rump made up for what she lacked up top. She looked a little too eager to be here, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

“This is my friend, Amber. We work together.”

“Follow me. I’ve gotta talk to the guys real quick but you two can go ahead and get yourselves some drinks.”

Strutting into the House of Commons, Princess had her ass firmly planted on one of the barstools, sipping a cocktail.
Fuck me. She better not try to start shit right now.
The last fucking thing I need is for her to start shit before church gets underway. Eying her up and down, I looked over at Raven and her friend. They were still busy talking and laughing, too busy to notice Princess. But then she caught Raven’s eye and she saw her. Shit!

“You ladies come sit over here.” Redirecting her was probably my best bet at a fight not breaking out right away. I patted the barstools at the opposite end of the bar and told Cherry, our bar maiden, to get the girls whatever they’d like. Studying Princess and Raven, I couldn’t tell what either of them were thinking but it was evident that they wanted to tear one another’s throats out. Before I went to talk to our veep, Zipper, I had a beer with the girls to make sure everything was cool prior to leaving them alone. Only half way through my beer, the girls were busy pointing, whispering and laughing.

“I’ll leave you girls alone. Don’t start no shit, babe.”

Her eyes darted at me. “We’ll see.”

§

Seeing all the members to the House of Lords, I made sure Raven and her friend were close. I’d given her strict instructions to stay in the main room after church was over, where we’d all be partying afterward.

“Welcome to the House of Lords,” Duke pounded the gavel as church started. “I’m sure you all know why we’ve gathered here tonight. Our coalitions need to come together to find out who has been killing your men, and why our symbol has been branded on the bodies.”

Listening to the prez go on about the recent crimes, I scanned the room, looking for anyone who looked guilty or acted funny. Most of the men studied Duke’s every word. While the meeting continued, I couldn’t help but think about Raven in that hot dress she was wearing. My dick was taking on a mind of its own, pushing against the thick denim my zipper was holding together.
Get your shit together. You can hold out a bit longer.

“Chaos!” Duke broke my train of thought. My head shot up, staring at him trying to figure out what he’d been saying.
Fuck, I should’ve listened.
“Do you have anything to add?”

Clearing my throat, I leaned forward clasping my hands together as I looked around the table. “Yeah, prez, I do. I know that we’ve all had some beef at one point or another, but that shit’s in the past. Everyone’s got their own patch to worry about—us included. But I promise, as enforcer to this MC, I will do my best to figure out who’s dragging our name through the mud. We all need to work together on this and not be too quick to point the finger at each other. Whoever is behind this, that’s what they want. As brothers—even of different patches—we have to unite.”

Cheering and clapping filled the room. Duke pounded the gavel a few times, calling order to the room. “Well said, Chaos. I think he’s got a solid point. The best thing we can all do is keep our ears and eyes open.”

By the time church was over, my cock was throbbing. Duke held me back after everyone headed to the House of Lords to start partying. “Chaos, I know we might not always see eye to eye, but I think we have everyone on board. That speech you gave tonight, it was right in line with what this club—every club—needed. I’m proud of you, son.”

He pulled me in and patted my back. “Thanks, prez. I appreciate it.”

“You better get out there and watch your little crypt keeper, make sure she keeps her nose clean. Understand?”

“That’s something I wanted to talk to you about, prez. I invited her here tonight to help me bait some of the other guys. You know I don’t trust like you do.”

After explaining my plans for Raven, the prez was still leery of her, but he knew what I was doing. When I got out to the House, the party was in full swing. Drinks lined the bar as the guys took turns doing shots, the music was thumping and a white cloud of smoke filled the room. Joints were passing from one brother to the next.
Maybe I’m wrong and these guys aren’t guilty, but I don’t trust ‘em as far as I can throw ‘em.
With my size and strength, I could throw most of ‘em but there were a few who were hauling around their own keg. Scanning the room for Raven, I couldn’t find her. The little brunette was sitting on some guys lap, having the time of her life.
Where the fuck is Raven?
It only took a minute before I saw her standing with a group of guys, laughing at everything they said as she nervously scoped them out. I took a seat at the bar and hammered down a few shots with the other guys, keeping a close eye on Raven. Princess walked up to me and trailed her finger down my chest.

“Hey, big boy. Wanna have some fun?” she shook her tits right in front of my face.

“Get the fuck away from me. I’m busy.”

Shocked, her face frowned and she backed away.
Yeah, the last fucking thing I need is Raven to see that slut’s hands on me.
I continued watching her and her friend while I sat back, hangin’ with the guys. It looked like she was talking to one guy in particular. He was a newer member of the Warriors, though I didn’t know his name. Studying his cut, it looked like he was still trying to earn his top rocker.

“C’mon man,” Zipper grabbed my arm. “Let’s get in on that card game over there.”

Looking over, I saw there was a nice game of poker going on, most of the guys were stupid drunk and losing a ton of money. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go brother.”

Trying to play cards and watch Raven at the same time was damn near impossible. We had a solid game of Hold ‘Em going on and I was chasing the river, hoping to catch a break to win some of my money back from these drunks. It paid off when I hit a full house on the turn. Glancing over where she’d been standing, I didn’t see her, but I couldn’t get up until the blinds came back around to me. When my time was up, I left the table and searched the crowd looking for Raven. She was no where in sight, and neither was the friend she’d brought with her. Asking around, none of the guys knew where they’d gone. I grabbed Drew and had him start helping me look for the girls. Princess was standing at the bar letting some of the guys do body shots from her naval.

“Hey, you know where Raven and her friend went?”

“No.” She turned her attention away from me. “Who’s ready to do one from here?” she put the shot glass between her tits.

“I’m not fuckin’ around! Where’d they go?”

A couple of the guys from the other MCs spoke up. “Are you lookin’ those seat bunnies? I think they left with a couple of guys.” His friend spoke up. “Yeah, that’s right. I think I saw ‘em leave out that side door over there.”

Shit!
Adrenaline started pumping through my veins like a poison, my heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest and every muscle in my body tensed up. Scurrying out the side door, Drew raced to keep up with me.
I’ll be damned if this shit happens again!
My fist pounded the door, flinging it open into the cool night air. Scanning the parking lot, I heard the girls yelling, but didn’t see anyone. Listening closer, it sounded like it was coming from my left. Glancing in that direction, I saw a van with the side doors open and the dome light on. There were three guys standing outside the van; one of them had their pants pulled down to their knees.

“Oh, shit.” Drew must’ve seen it coming.

Racing over to the van, I grabbed the fucker with his pants down and knocked him to the ground, my fists pummeling his face. Drew knocked the other two guys to the ground and held them there.