Fight by London Casey, Ana W. Fawkes Read Free Book Online

were a few tense seconds while
both men remained quiet.
    Stoney then turned and let Tripp
walk alongside him. Nobody dared to move without orders from their President.
    I watched as Tripp walked away from
me.
    In that moment, I felt completely
alone, cold, and completely terrified.
    Not for Tripp.
    But for me.
    I didn ’ t like it when he wasn ’ t around me.
     

9.
     
    (Tripp)
     
    I hated the idea of leaving Winter
behind. It was my job to protect her, but I wanted more than that for her.
Something inside me clicked and I wanted to find out who would be after her and
to see if I could get her to safety. If I could find out who was after her, I
could point the MC in that direction. Then I could call Aldo and see what he
wanted me to do next.
    Probably eat a bullet.
    Inside the clubhouse, it was like a
movie when someone enters and everything stops. When you hear the scratch of a
record needle, a stray cough, and a thousand eyes beating upon you.
    They were all alike. Wide
shoulders, messy hair, drunk faces, anger in their eyes. Jeans with black
leather cuts donning the Red Aces MC logo on their breasts and backs. They all
stared at me like I didn ’ t
belong, which I damn well didn ’ t.
I wasn ’ t a biker. I wasn ’ t a mobster or gangster or
anything. I lived on my own. I functioned with the notion that it was my heart
on the line everyday and nothing else mattered.
    “ Want
a beer? ” the President of
Red Aces asked me.
    “ I ’ m good, ” I said.
    “ Fucking
pussy, ” someone muttered.
    I turned, left hand balled up. I
tried throwing the fist and the President was there to hook his arm into mine.
He spun me around so we were facing each other.
    “ I ’ ll let it slide what happened
with Harlan, ” the President
said, showing his teeth like a rabid dog. “ But
you ’ re not coming into my
fucking clubhouse and throwing punches at my fucking guys. Understood? ”
    “ Yeah, ” I said.
    “ Good. ”
    He broke away and walked me to a
door. He opened and I stepped inside. It was a long and narrow room. There was
a large, dark wood table in the center with ten chairs, four on each side and one
at the ends of the table. In the center was a carved skull and the Red Aces
name on it. There was a desk in a corner with filing cabinets. No windows in
the room. It had the lingering smell of body odor, leather, booze, and smoke.
    “ This
is where we come to pray. ”
    “ Good
to know. ”
    “ Tripp,
right? ”
    “ Yeah. ”
    “ I ’ m Stoney. ”
    He offered his hand. I shook it.
    “ I ’ m the President of the Red Aces
MC, ” he said. “ And you ’ re walking a fine line right now. ”
    “ Is
that so? ”
    “ You
don ’ t understand what you ’ re involved with. ”
    “ I ’ m just doing my job. ”
    “ Sit
down. ”
    Stoney took a seat at the head of
the table and kicked out a chair. I sat down, feeling real damn uncomfortable
in the room.
    “ Know
who used to sit there? ” Stoney asked me.
    “ No
clue. ”
    “ Rocky.
My VP. Winter was his old lady. ”
    “ The
guy who was shot and killed, ” I said.
    “ Exactly. ” Stoney folded his hands and
leaned forward. “ He was
taken out in a real shit way, Tripp. I fear for Winter ’ s life. ”
    “ That ’ s why I ’ m here. ”
    “ You ’ re going to do battle with MCs
at war? ”
    “ It
was another club that killed Rocky? ”
    “ He
always stuck his nose where it didn ’ t
belong, ” Stoney said. “ I always knew it would catch him
in the ass. I loved him like a brother though. It doesn ’ t make sense though. I mean, it does, because of
Rocky ’ s personality, but
the timing. None of it makes sense. ”
    “ Why
are you telling me this? ”
    “ I
was curious to meet you, Tripp. That ’ s
why. I heard you ’ re a
prized fighter fallen from grace. ”
    “ Not
sure I ’ d value myself all
that much. ”
    “ You ’ re serving a punishment by doing
this, ” Stoney said with a
sly grin. “ So your death,
if it should