My Sweet Dessert: The Brothers of Devil's Comfort Series 2 Book 2 by Brair Lake Read Free Book Online Page A

and I’ll be looking at it from a different perspective to you.”
    “Trax is right Crabby; we’ll only be wasting time by going back. Shit, we stripped the place. Hell, we even pulled up the floor. There’s no way The Hybrids will go back or hang out there now.”
    With a frown, I glance around the area where we had pulled in. Trees lined everywhere, and not far, there was the bayou. Fuck, how can a group of men disappear?
    “Perhaps they’ve left Comfort Springs. They’ll be somewhere safe. So let’s go check out New Lyons, Downy Lakes and Blue River.”
    “If we’re going to New Lyon’s I’ll ring Twiggy and he can meet us there.”
    “Yeah, we can also take him with us to Blue River.”
    As he speaks, Quick Draw threw me a mocking glance.
    “Because if there’s two clubs we should be pissing off. It has to be Black County and The River Demons.”
    Idly I roll my shoulder.
    “I don’t give a fuck how many clubs we piss off in our hunt for the bastard who took Apple-Pie.”
    “You may not, but Inferno may have something different to say.”
    “Yeah Crabby. Or do you just want the whole world against you.”
    “Fuck Trax. Don’t be so melodramatic. We leave that kind of crap to the old ladies.”
    With a flip of my finger at Trax and Quick Draw, I spin the bike around. The sun was on the other side of noon and if we were lucky, we should make it to New Lyons before dark. The ride was completed in silence, stopping only once to fill the bikes. As we finished paying for the gas, Twiggy’s bike pulled up and he signaled for us to wait.
    “No Yvette.”
    “She’s spending time with Ellie and her family.”
    Twiggy’s eyes landed and roved over me as he scratched his beard.
    “Crabby I’ll talk to Tats. Just make sure you keep your mouth shut.”
    After tugging the helmet in to place, I rev the Harley.
    “Just make sure he gives answers I want to hear.”
    “He knows we’re on our way.”
    “Fuck he could be warning The Hybrids and we could lose them again.”
    Twiggy pulled his bike up alongside mine. His knee brushing against mine as he nudged it.
    “Black County are having their own trouble with The Hybrids. I doubt he’ll warn them. Now listen boy. Tats has invited us into his club for the night. You’ll treat him and his men with respect. In the morning, we move on. Capiche.”
    The clubhouse when we arrived was crowed. Over the last several months, more and more old County Stewards have returned to reclaim their clan and as we step through the doors, silence fell. The bikers steadily watching as we made our way over to Tats. Who was sitting with his VP and there was a young girl on his lap. Her blouse open to reveal tits in a push-up bra, which were being groped by Tats.
    Twiggy pulled a chair up and we followed suit. As we chatted, one of the club whore’s wandered over, placing four beers in front of us, while making it obvious at the same time to Trax that she was available. Not wanting to insult our host, Trax, willing hauled the girl on to his lap and the point of our meeting was soon forgotten as a couple of more whores joined us.
    Several drinks later and I find myself on the dancefloor, surrounded by several club whores. Casually I danced with them and as each one of them thrust their body up against mine, I found myself unmoved by their actions. None of these skanks were a patch on my girl. As my head begins to spin, I find myself breaking away from my entourage to move outside for some fresh air. Casually I pull my cell from my pocket and swiftly found Apple-Pie’s number.
    “Is that my sister you’re about to ring.”
    Although the question is asked softly, it was deadly, and I drop the phone back into my pocket. Slowly I turn to find myself facing my biker brother Quick Draw, who also happens to be Emily’s brother, Kent.
    “Hi Quick Draw.”
    “Crabby?”
    With a sweeping glance over the parking lot, I raise the half-empty bottle of beer to my lips, finishing the cool