Cocky Biker: A Stand Alone MC Romance Novel (Cocker Brothers of Atlanta Book 2) by Faleena Hopkins Read Free Book Online

me?
    Nah. I just took my guard down.
    This’ll teach me never to do that again.

    * * *
    E ven after we eat , the air is still stiff. We’re sitting around a table at ‘Four ‘n 20 Restaurant and Pie’ on Laurel Canyon when Tonk pulls out a phone and throws it on the table.
    “That the one?” Scratch asks, picking it up.
    “Yeah.”
    Shoveling omelet into my mouth, I grumble, “What is it?”
    “A burner phone. I grabbed it off one of the guys I knocked out last night,” Tonk says.
    My eyebrows shoot up.
    Tonk’s learning.
    I grab the phone and say with a full mouth, “Nice work,” as I check it out.
    As he mops syrup up with a last, lonely waffle chunk, Honey Badger shrugs. “Yeah, but what do we do with it?”
    The five of us finish our meal, ruminating over the problem. There are three dialed numbers in its memory, but it’s not like we’ll be able to find the addresses by Googling these digits. People don’t have their addresses on display like that, unless they’re totally clueless. Not the case here.
    We’re not spies. We don’t have access to Internet geniuses.
    “It’s a useless piece of plastic,” Scratch grumbles, turning it over in his big paw.
    Suddenly I remember my brother. “Give me that. I might have a way.” Scratch hands me the thing and I head out to the parking lot, pulling my own phone out and dialing as the warm sun digs into my scalp.
    Justin answers on the first ring. “Jett! How the hell are ya? I haven’t heard from you in months.”
    “I’m good. In California.”
    “No way!” A thunderclap sounds in the background. “Hear that?”
    “Fuck, I miss those storms. It’s not rainin’ where I am. Ever.”
    He laughs. Justin shares one major thing with our father, he’s a politician and well connected with the power players. Only unlike our dad, he plans to be in the Senate. I think he wants to one-up Congressman Michael Cocker, which I wouldn’t mind at all. But if I’m honest, Dad would be proud of Justin if he surpassed him in power. It’s me he’s never proud of. Fuckin’ asshole.
    “How are ya, Justin?” I glance over to our Harleys, checking them out like I always do. “How’s Jason?”
    “Why does everyone always ask about my twin? We’re not attached,” he laughs, adding, “Thank God. You know him, Jett. Forever tangled with some crazy chick. He’s got a new girl. Real piece of work. I hate her.”
    “You hate all Jason’s girls.”
    I can hear by the echo of his laughter that he’s in his huge office. It’s three hours ahead there, so I might have caught him just before lunch. Good. Need him near his resources, and somewhere private.
    “I think you’re just jealous, man,” I tell him, referring to Jason’s women.
    Justin laughs again, loud and heartily, like there’s no way that’s true.
    I grin and walk over to my saddlebags, adjusting the strap on one side just because.
    “You meet Jake’s woman yet?” Justin asks.
    “Not yet. Heard about her when I saw him in Colorado though. We talked on the phone a couple months ago, he told me he was pretending to go slowly because she had a problem with his age, still. But then Ma told me it got serious, last time we spoke.”
    “I’d say so. They’re getting married. You should come.”
    A pang twists my chest up and my smile leaves me flat. Gazing up at the never-ending Southern California sunlight, I mutter, “We’ll see.”
    “Fuck what Dad thinks, Jett. You need to be there. Hang on a second…what?” A woman’s muffled voice is in the background. She’s saying something official. Justin tells her, “Okay, let him know I’ll call him back after I talk to my brother.” He returns to me. “You better come, Jett. You’ll regret it if you don’t.”
    “I’ll be there in spirit.”
    “You’re here in spirit all the time. Try to be here in person for once.”
    “We’ll see.”
    We’re silent a second. I know my younger brother is seriously considering whether or not to try