BITTER SWEET CRAVINGS (The Kingsmen MC Book 6) by Tara Oakes Read Free Book Online Page A

is, whenever I want. Vince here?”
    “He’s inside. Take it easy, though, brother.” Dewey begins to rub his hand over the indentation, shaking his head. “Fuckin’ shame. This here’s a beaut.”
    I turn toward the clubhouse, leaving the car where the flatbed has left it.
    “It’s a fucking tin can with an expensive price tag.” I rip off the driver’s side mirror in passing.
    “Ah, fuck!” Dewey stands back as my violent rage plays itself out.
    A few of the other brothers witness my tirade and clear a path for me, knowing that this is no time to get in my way. I’ll knock each and every one of them flat on their asses if they so much as say a word to me.
    I find Vince soon enough nursing a beer at the clubhouse bar, sitting next to Jay. They both look up as the afternoon sun fills the dark room with me entering.
    “Well, look what the fuckin’ cat dragged in,” Jay stands up and holds out his arm to give me a bro hug, but I sidestep him, still growling.
    His eyebrows shoot up and he watches amused as I move behind the bar to grab a dishtowel and begin wiping at the drying maple syrup all over me.
    “The fuck happened to you? You smell like Goddamned Aunt Jemima.”
    Vince’s smart-ass comment earns a round of laughter from the nearby brothers. I shut each and every one of them up with nothing more than a look.
    A look that lets them know just how dangerously close they are to a beat down.
    A look that let’s them know I’m in no mood to be fucked with.
    Many of them nervously busy themselves with sipping on bottles or averting eye contact.
    I angrily take off my cut and throw it at the nearest prospect.
    “Clean it,” I order. He obeys, disappearing with the vest.
    “Well?” my president repeats his unanswered question.
    I grab the nearby bottle of Jack and swig from it. “Your daughter. That’s what happened.”
    Vince breathes deep, as Jay can’t help himself and busts out laughing, spraying his beer across the room.
    “Let’s talk in private,” the older man suggests.
    I take the bottle of Jack with me.
    I’m gonna need it.
     
    ~*~
     
    Vince leans back in his chair, balancing it on the two back legs, clasping his hands behind his head.
    “I’m in a bad spot here, Clink,” he starts. “You know I think of you as a son, a brother. And I respect you. Now, I know shit between a brother and his Ol’ lady is for the two to work out between themselves… but this is a unique situation.”
    I’ll say .
    I take a swig of the strong whiskey in my hand.
    “You know her better than I do,” his face falls at his realization, “but, judging from…” he eyes the mess splattered on my shirt, “that… I’d say she’s very similar to me.”
    I take another swig.
    “I know that if I were in a position like her, I probably wouldn’t take very well to you throwin’ yourself in my face right now. So, I’m goin’ to ask you to use some better judgment. For everybody’s safety.”
    Another swig.
    “You left her in a bad way, brother. One that I’m not so sure she’s out of yet. If there’s one thing the Cauley’s are pretty good at… it’s self-destruction. I don’t need nothin’ pushin’ her over the edge, you get me?”
    A slow, drawn-out sip.
    “She fucked up, you fucked up… hell, I’ve fucked up. No one’s innocent in this here situation. But, cooler heads need to prevail. If she’s not capable of doin’ that right now, then I need you to step in and do it for the both of you.”
    One more swig.
    “She’s a grown woman. One that has proven she’s willing to go to any lengths to get what she wants. If that’s you… then she’ll come around.” He swallows hard. “If not… then I need to know that you’re gonna do the right thing and walk away.”
    I tilt the almost emptied bottle once more and gulp deep.
    “I know that’s not our code, not our way. But… I need to contain this shit as much as I can. I need to know you’re not gonna make this more difficult