Stand Off
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She watched as he climbed back onto his bike, giving the lone biker a signal before both roared off down the dark street.
Casey refused to feel guilty, not believing for a second that she had hurt his feelings. She had learned long ago not to trust anyone with her safety, and she was smart enough to know never to trust a Predator.
Of course, she wasn’t happy about making him angry with her, either. She needed to draw him closer. On the other hand, she didn’t want him keeping an eye on her movements. With one slip up, she could hurt the very one she was trying to protect.
Chapter 5
Max slammed the empty beer bottle down on the bar counter.
“Give me another one,” Max told Issy, Jackson’s ex-wife. The bastard had been a guard at the prison they had been locked away in last year. Jack had beaten Ice, and once they were on the outside again, Ice had taken revenge by destroying his life. Issy had been one of the instruments that had been used.
She had taken to the club life like she had been born to it, and Max had given her the new nickname. Isla was too formal-sounding for a woman who loved to suck dick as often as she did.
“Save yourself the trouble and give him two,” Jackal said, sitting down on the stool next to him. “What’s up?” Jackal asked.
Max twisted open the beer then took a long drink. “Nothing.”
“Something’s wrong, or you wouldn’t be here drinking; you would be fucking Issy in those tight-assed shorts.”
Max’s eyes ran over the attractive woman as he took another drink of his beer. “I’m not in the mood.”
Jackal choked on his beer. “Since when aren’t you in the mood to fuck? Hell, when you were stabbed, you were discharged from the hospital and fucked half the women before the night was over to make sure your dick still worked.”
“Don’t like to fuck when I’m pissed off.”
“Must be bad to keep you from fucking. Is it CeCe?”
“No, I haven’t seen her since she started dating that professor.”
“Sherrie?”
“No, her and Henry are a couple now.”
Jackal gave up. If he went through all the women Max had fucked, he would be there all night trying to figure out what had Max so upset.
“Renee’s kid.”
“Casey is hardly a kid.” Jackal’s appreciative tone drew Max’s angry gaze.
“Casey giving you trouble?” Mason stopped as he was walking past the bar. He was an older member—Mugg’s age—who mainly hung out at the clubhouse, since Ice gave him few duties.
The president had a beef with the brother that he refused to share. The only thing Max knew was the two had butted heads when Ice had first taken over the club. Since then, Ice had more than proved himself worthy of being the leader of the Predators and gave the older members a share of the spoils for doing very little of the work.
Max looked at Mason questioningly. He had been with Renee for five years during the time that Casey would have been in her teens.
“You and Casey didn’t get along when you were married to Renee?” Max asked curiously.
Mason snorted. “I got along with Casey fine. It was her mother who drove me crazy. The best day of my life was when I left and divorced her fucking cheating ass.”
Max raised a brow at his vehement statement. Usually, Mason was quiet and never talked shit about anyone. Even when Mugg had begun seeing Renee two years after his and Renee’s divorce, Mugg had confided he expected hard feelings from Mason, yet none had been forthcoming.
“Any idea of why she needs extra money from a part-time job?” Max questioned, despite telling himself he was going to stay out of her personal shit.
“No, I didn’t keep in contact with Casey after the divorce.” Mason motioned for Issy to give him a drink. “I could give her a call and find out if you want.”
Max shook his head. “Don’t do that. She says it’s none of my business, and she’s right.” If she found out he was discussing her with the other brothers, it would only make her even more secretive. Casey was a private person. If she wanted to put her neck on the line for a few dollars, it sure as fuck had nothing to do with him.
Giving Issy a grin, he leaned over the counter as she placed Mason’s beer in front of him. Then he placed his finger in the vee of her low-cut T-shirt and tugged it down.
“Want to suck my dick?”
“Hell, yes,” she breathed.
Max reached over the counter, lifting her up and over the bar. “You fuckers can find someone else to wait on you tonight. Issy is going to be busy.”
The woman wrapped her legs around Max’s waist as he carried her back to his bedroom and slammed the door shut with his foot. As soon as he placed Issy down on her feet, her hands went automatically to his zipper.
Staring down at the woman going to her knees, Max’s stomach knotted. He placed his hands over hers, stopping her from loosening his jeans.
“Issy, the beer is getting to me. Must have drunk too much on an empty stomach.” Max pulled away from the woman’s grasp, going to his bed and sitting down.
“You want me to stay?” she asked halfheartedly.
“No, go have your fun with someone else.”
Issy hesitated but turned toward the door. Max lay down on his bed, confused as to why he hadn’t let the woman have his dick. Truth be told, the slut hadn’t been able to get a rise out of him.
Frustrated at himself, he turned out the light and lay down on his bed, staring at the dark ceiling.
He was bored with all the club whores and even the last three women he had fucked outside of the club. Women bored him easily. That was why he went through so many of them. CeCe and Sherri had each lasted six months, the women before them not even that long. Probably the only reason they had lasted longer was they both worked, and he wasn’t able to fuck them as often. As soon as he satiated himself with a woman, his interest invariably led him to another pussy.
He heard Stump in the room next door banging Issy. Her loud screams were unmistakable.
Looking at his illuminated clock, he saw that it was three a.m. It hadn’t even taken her five minutes to find another dick to replace his, but he really wasn’t bothered by it. His mind went back to Casey working. She would be in the store alone and taking the trash outside in the dark parking lot.
“Fuck!” Max stood up, going to his bedroom door and jerking it open.
Jackal and the other brothers stared at him in surprise as he went to the front door.
“Where’re you going?” Jackal asked, his arm around a hanger-on’s shoulders.
“Going out for a ride,” Max said abruptly.
Jackal lifted a knowing brow. “Need some company?”
“No, what I need is a shrink because I’ve lost my fucking mind.”
* * *
Casey yawned as she poured herself a cup of coffee, She was about to leave the store and had changed in the restroom. Hopefully, the coffee would wake her up before she arrived at her other job.
“See you Sunday, Casey. I found someone I think is going to work out, so I’ll start their training with you on Sunday. That way, you can decide what day you want to be your last.”
“If you’re happy with them, then we can make next Friday my last shift.”
Casey refused to feel guilty, not believing for a second that she had hurt his feelings. She had learned long ago not to trust anyone with her safety, and she was smart enough to know never to trust a Predator.
Of course, she wasn’t happy about making him angry with her, either. She needed to draw him closer. On the other hand, she didn’t want him keeping an eye on her movements. With one slip up, she could hurt the very one she was trying to protect.
Chapter 5
Max slammed the empty beer bottle down on the bar counter.
“Give me another one,” Max told Issy, Jackson’s ex-wife. The bastard had been a guard at the prison they had been locked away in last year. Jack had beaten Ice, and once they were on the outside again, Ice had taken revenge by destroying his life. Issy had been one of the instruments that had been used.
She had taken to the club life like she had been born to it, and Max had given her the new nickname. Isla was too formal-sounding for a woman who loved to suck dick as often as she did.
“Save yourself the trouble and give him two,” Jackal said, sitting down on the stool next to him. “What’s up?” Jackal asked.
Max twisted open the beer then took a long drink. “Nothing.”
“Something’s wrong, or you wouldn’t be here drinking; you would be fucking Issy in those tight-assed shorts.”
Max’s eyes ran over the attractive woman as he took another drink of his beer. “I’m not in the mood.”
Jackal choked on his beer. “Since when aren’t you in the mood to fuck? Hell, when you were stabbed, you were discharged from the hospital and fucked half the women before the night was over to make sure your dick still worked.”
“Don’t like to fuck when I’m pissed off.”
“Must be bad to keep you from fucking. Is it CeCe?”
“No, I haven’t seen her since she started dating that professor.”
“Sherrie?”
“No, her and Henry are a couple now.”
Jackal gave up. If he went through all the women Max had fucked, he would be there all night trying to figure out what had Max so upset.
“Renee’s kid.”
“Casey is hardly a kid.” Jackal’s appreciative tone drew Max’s angry gaze.
“Casey giving you trouble?” Mason stopped as he was walking past the bar. He was an older member—Mugg’s age—who mainly hung out at the clubhouse, since Ice gave him few duties.
The president had a beef with the brother that he refused to share. The only thing Max knew was the two had butted heads when Ice had first taken over the club. Since then, Ice had more than proved himself worthy of being the leader of the Predators and gave the older members a share of the spoils for doing very little of the work.
Max looked at Mason questioningly. He had been with Renee for five years during the time that Casey would have been in her teens.
“You and Casey didn’t get along when you were married to Renee?” Max asked curiously.
Mason snorted. “I got along with Casey fine. It was her mother who drove me crazy. The best day of my life was when I left and divorced her fucking cheating ass.”
Max raised a brow at his vehement statement. Usually, Mason was quiet and never talked shit about anyone. Even when Mugg had begun seeing Renee two years after his and Renee’s divorce, Mugg had confided he expected hard feelings from Mason, yet none had been forthcoming.
“Any idea of why she needs extra money from a part-time job?” Max questioned, despite telling himself he was going to stay out of her personal shit.
“No, I didn’t keep in contact with Casey after the divorce.” Mason motioned for Issy to give him a drink. “I could give her a call and find out if you want.”
Max shook his head. “Don’t do that. She says it’s none of my business, and she’s right.” If she found out he was discussing her with the other brothers, it would only make her even more secretive. Casey was a private person. If she wanted to put her neck on the line for a few dollars, it sure as fuck had nothing to do with him.
Giving Issy a grin, he leaned over the counter as she placed Mason’s beer in front of him. Then he placed his finger in the vee of her low-cut T-shirt and tugged it down.
“Want to suck my dick?”
“Hell, yes,” she breathed.
Max reached over the counter, lifting her up and over the bar. “You fuckers can find someone else to wait on you tonight. Issy is going to be busy.”
The woman wrapped her legs around Max’s waist as he carried her back to his bedroom and slammed the door shut with his foot. As soon as he placed Issy down on her feet, her hands went automatically to his zipper.
Staring down at the woman going to her knees, Max’s stomach knotted. He placed his hands over hers, stopping her from loosening his jeans.
“Issy, the beer is getting to me. Must have drunk too much on an empty stomach.” Max pulled away from the woman’s grasp, going to his bed and sitting down.
“You want me to stay?” she asked halfheartedly.
“No, go have your fun with someone else.”
Issy hesitated but turned toward the door. Max lay down on his bed, confused as to why he hadn’t let the woman have his dick. Truth be told, the slut hadn’t been able to get a rise out of him.
Frustrated at himself, he turned out the light and lay down on his bed, staring at the dark ceiling.
He was bored with all the club whores and even the last three women he had fucked outside of the club. Women bored him easily. That was why he went through so many of them. CeCe and Sherri had each lasted six months, the women before them not even that long. Probably the only reason they had lasted longer was they both worked, and he wasn’t able to fuck them as often. As soon as he satiated himself with a woman, his interest invariably led him to another pussy.
He heard Stump in the room next door banging Issy. Her loud screams were unmistakable.
Looking at his illuminated clock, he saw that it was three a.m. It hadn’t even taken her five minutes to find another dick to replace his, but he really wasn’t bothered by it. His mind went back to Casey working. She would be in the store alone and taking the trash outside in the dark parking lot.
“Fuck!” Max stood up, going to his bedroom door and jerking it open.
Jackal and the other brothers stared at him in surprise as he went to the front door.
“Where’re you going?” Jackal asked, his arm around a hanger-on’s shoulders.
“Going out for a ride,” Max said abruptly.
Jackal lifted a knowing brow. “Need some company?”
“No, what I need is a shrink because I’ve lost my fucking mind.”
* * *
Casey yawned as she poured herself a cup of coffee, She was about to leave the store and had changed in the restroom. Hopefully, the coffee would wake her up before she arrived at her other job.
“See you Sunday, Casey. I found someone I think is going to work out, so I’ll start their training with you on Sunday. That way, you can decide what day you want to be your last.”
“If you’re happy with them, then we can make next Friday my last shift.”
