Lean Into It (Kings of Vengeance MC Book 2)

by Winter Travers

  “Are you interested in him?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know.”

  I didn’t really know much about him to actually decide if I liked him. Three dates didn’t give you the time you needed to figure out how you felt about someone.

  “Fancy,” she laughed. “You are a hot mess.”

  “Don’t I know it, girlfriend.” But at least I wasn’t going to get arrested for keying the guys car tonight, thanks to Kimber. “Now, tell me how wonderful your life is with Quinn. I need more sappy stories to daydream about.”

  Kimber sighed and talked a mile a minute about the club, how amazing Quinn was, and how happy she was.

  I was beyond happy for her, but damn if I wasn’t jealous as hell.

  I wanted what Kimber had. I finished my beer while she happily chattered away, then popped the top on another one.

  Now, all we needed was a pizza and the night would be complete.

  If I didn’t have a man, at least I had my best friend and a buzz coming on.

  A girl really couldn’t ask for more.

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  Chapter Two

  Shoulda, coulda, woulda...

  Dyno

  “I can see it.”

  I set down a case of beer and handed a brown paper bag to Point. “See what?” I asked him.

  “Your nose is red and a little swollen.” He tipped his head to the side and eyed my face closely. “It’s hard to believe that little chick managed to throw a punch at you, let alone have it actually land.”

  “She barely touched me.” I brushed my hand over my nose and shrugged. The only reason Fancy had been able to connect with my face was because she took me off guard. I didn’t expect to be punched in the nose as soon as I walked out the door. “There isn’t anything to see.”

  “Right,” Point drawled. “Keep telling yourself that.”

  I flipped him off and ripped open the new case of beer. “She still here, or did Quinn kick her out after she opened her mouth?”

  Point chuckled. “She went toe to toe with Quinn, but Kimber saved her ass. They’re in the back while we’re banished to the front of the clubhouse.”

  “Bullshit,” I grumbled. I popped open the top of my beer and chugged back half of it. “Where are the rest of the guys? Pizza here yet?”

  As soon as the words left my mouth, a knock sounded on the front door.

  Point hitched a finger over his shoulder. “Pretty sure that’s it right there unless you have some other chicks coming over to punch you in the face, and the rest of the guys are out back trying to throw together some type of bonfire.”

  I flipped him off and pulled open the front door. “Sup,” I grunted. I glanced over my shoulder to Point. “I’m assuming those assholes didn’t leave any money for the pizza.”

  Point shook his head and laughed. “Negative, ghost rider.”

  “Fucking bullshit,” I grunted. I peeled four twenties out of my wallet and handed them to the pizza guy. “Keep the change.”

  The kids eyes lit up. “Really? It was only fifty-one bucks.”

  I nodded and grabbed the pizzas. “I’m sure.” I stepped back and kicked the door shut.

  “Damn, you must be rolling in cash, Dyno.” Pointed grabbed the top box out of my hands and flipped open the top. “Just gave the pizza kid over a twenty dollar tip.”

  He wrinkled his nose at the pizza and cringed.

  I dropped the other three boxes on the makeshift table. “I do all right.”

  I may be part of the Kings of Vengeance now, but that didn’t mean any of these guys really knew anything about me. Quinn was the one who knew me best, but even he was in the dark about some things.

  “Giving a thirty-dollar tip on some shitty pizza, yeah, I’d say you do all right.” He held up the pizza to me. “What in the fuck is on this one?”

  “Not fucking sure, but it looks like some anchovies on there.”

  Point dropped the piece back in the box. “Who in the hell eats that shit?” He flipped the lid over it and visibly shivered.

  “It’s not that bad,” I laughed. I would eat it. Not like it was going to kill me or anything. I had eaten a hell of a lot worse things in my life. “This more your speed?” I pointed down at the sausage and pepperoni pizza.

  “Hell yeah.” Point grabbed a slice and shoved half of it in his mouth.

  “So, the girls are in the back?” I grabbed a slice of the pizza I had offended Point with. I wasn’t sure who had ordered it, but I knew there weren’t going to be a lot of the guys digging into this one.

  Point nodded.

  “They want pizza?” I asked.

  “Assuming so.”

  I waited for him to offer to take pizza to them, but I would have been waiting for a while. “So, not only am I the beer run bastard, I’m also the waiter.” I grabbed one of the unopened boxes.

  “Hey, you are the vice prez, right?”

  I rolled my eyes and pushed open the door to the back. “Pretty sure your meaning of vice prez is a little off kilter from mine.”

  Pointed laughed and winked. “Maybe we can work on getting on the same page at the next meeting, right?”

  I shook my head and let the heavy door slam shut behind me.

  The Kings of Vengeance had a long way to go to become the type of MC that prospered for years. Quinn had his hands full when it came to the crew he had put together.

  “The pizza is here already?” Kimber jumped up from the card table and skidded over.

  She grabbed the box from me, but my eyes fell on Fancy.

  That girl didn’t even have to open her mouth for anyone to see that she was a handful. There were very few women who would throw a punch after a guy saying four words to her. Granted, I had called her sugar tits, but she had to have known that I meant it in the best way possible. It was a compliment, of sorts.

  “Where is the other one?”

  I focused back on Kimber. “Other one?”

  “The one that is Fancy’s. She only came because I told her I would have that disgusting pizza for her.”

  “He’s eating it,” Fancy called.

  I looked at the half eaten piece of pizza in my hand. “You were the one who wanted this?”

  I thought for sure it had been ordered as a gag or one of the guys had weird fucking tastes.

  “Down to the last topping.”

  I shoved the rest of the slice in my mouth and shrugged. How the hell was I supposed to know it was Fancy’s pizza? “Well, it’s missing a slice.”

  It was probably going to be missing one more slice before I gave it to her. As weird as the pizza was, it was pretty fucking good.

  Kimber handed me back the pizza box. “I’ll grab it. Did you get us something to drink too?”

  I nodded and flipped back the lid of the pizza. “Some fruity vodka shit. Looked like something you chicks would drink.”

  Fancy cleared her throat.

  My eyes landed on her just as she pressed the beer to her lips and downed the rest of the can. “Who are you calling chicks?”

  Kimber laughed on her way back up front. “You might have found your match with Fancy,” she whispered under her breath for only me to hear.

  She might have been exactly right about that. Though, I had to wonder if this tough girl act Fancy had was just that, an act.

  I leisurely made my way over to the card table and dropped the pizza box. “You can have some of this until Kimber comes back.”

  She flipped the lid shut and curled her lip. “I can wait, thanks.”

  I sat down in the chair Kimber had been sitting in and kicked my feet out in front of me.

  “That’s not your chair.”

  I reached for a slice of pizza and lifted it to my mouth. “Really?”

  Fancy laid her hands on the table and leaned toward me. “I don’t know what kind of badass asshole biker trip you are on right now, but it’s not going to work for me.”

  “Just like I’m not going to believe this tough bitch ac
t you have going on.” I took a bite of the pizza, tossed the rest back in the box, and chewed slowly.

  “Did you just call me a bitch?” she said low.

  She was pissed. I might have crossed the line, but she had been the first one to step across when she called me a badass asshole biker.

  Game on, baby.

  “Said you were acting like a bitch.” At least, that was what I was going to go with.

  Fancy set the empty beer can on the table. “If I di—”

  “Hey, look!” Kimber cutoff Fancy as she walked back into the room. “I found your pizza, and Dyno bought us a whole bottle of peach vodka and a case of sprite. We can make some skinny bitches.”

  “Skinny bitches have cranberry juice, not soda.” Fancy kept her death glare on me as she talked to Kimber. “And I don’t like peach.”

  “Uh, since when?”

  A smile curled over my lips. It sounded like Fancy was pulling up her bitchy britches as she spoke.

  Kimber set the pizza box on the table next to the other one and leaned over to block my view of Fancy. “So, uh. Who wants some pizza?” She turned to look at me. “Maybe you could rustle up some glasses for us, Dyno.”

  “We don’t have any,” I growled. “It’s a motorcycle clubhouse, not a bed and breakfast.”

  “Dyno.” Quinn stood in the open door with his arms folded over his chest.

  Kimber spun around, and Fancy’s head swiveled to look at Quinn.

  “Yeah?” I drawled.

  “We need you out front,” Quinn grunted.

  That was bullshit. Everything had been done for the day, and all there was left to do was drink. “I was just enjoying some pizza with Kimber and Fancy.”

  “You call that bullshit Fancy eats, pizza?” Quinn ambled over to the table and pulled Kimber into his arms. “I was trying to save him from having to hang out with you two while you bash men, but it looks like he doesn’t really want to leave.”

  That was the last thing I wanted Fancy to think. I had a ton of other things I could be doing instead of taking her smart mouth. “Guys out front now?” I leisurely stood and grab another slice of Fancy’s pizza.

  She glared at me but kept her mouth shut. It seemed Fancy reeled in the bitchiness when Quinn was around.

  Quinn press a kiss to Kimber’s lips. “We’ll be out front if you need anything.”

  “Glasses.” Fancy winked and clucked her tongue. “We could use some glasses, biker boy.”

  Or maybe she didn’t reel in the bitchiness for anyone.

  “Good luck with that one. Maybe you can use an empty beer can.” I pointed to the one in front of her. “Like that one.”

  Fancy flipped me off. “You guys are some classy fuckers, aren’t you?”

  I spread my arms with. “For the second time, you are in a motorcycle clubhouse. I don’t know what the hell you were expecting, but this is it.” I lowered my arms and strutted toward the door.

  The door slammed shut behind me but not before I heard Fancy mumble under her breath, “I should have kicked him in the nuts.”

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  Fancy

  “Stop.”

  “Did you see the smug look on his face?”

  “Staaaaph,” Kimber drawled.

  I swirled the vodka and soda around in my can. “Stop what?”

  “Talking about Dyno. I’ve never known someone to hate a person so much after meeting them one time. It’s all you’re talking about.”

  “It’s not all I’m talking about,” I insisted.

  Kimber leveled her gaze on me. “Yes, he is. If it didn’t sound like you hated him so much, I would think you had a thing for the guy.”

  I couldn’t roll my eyes hard enough. “Trust me, Kimber. A guy like that is the last thing I need. The only person Dyno thinks about is himself. I need someone who is going to know I exist and treat me like a queen.”

  “Like Quinn.”

  I pointed my finger at her. “Bingo. Exactly like Quinn. If we could figure out a way to clone him, that would be amazing.”

  Now it was Kimber’s turn to roll her eyes. “You do know that Dyno and Quinn are pretty much the same guy, right?”

  I scoffed and shook my head. “You couldn’t be more wrong. Quinn would never call some chick he just met sugar tits.”

  “Now, he wouldn’t, but who knows what he would have said or done if he wasn’t mine.”

  Kimber was crazy to think Quinn was just like Dyno. They were polar opposites. The only thing they had in common was the fact they were both in an MC. “So you’re saying if you weren’t with Quinn, Dyno would trip your trigger?”

  Kimber shook her head. “No.”

  “Come on,” I insisted. I tried not to admit it, but Dyno was the definition of good looking. Kimber was lying to herself if she didn’t think the same. “Give me one good reason why you wouldn’t be into him.”

  “He’s too…big.”

  “Big,” I cackled. “What in the hell does that mean?”

  “It means he is large,” Kimber said primly.

  “You just used another word that means the same thing as large, Kimber. Try again. Expand your vocabulary.”

  She threw her hands up in the air. “I don’t know how to explain it. He just seems large to me. Maybe it’s because I really don’t know much about him and that just makes him a little bit intimidating.”

  “He’s the same size at Quinn.” Well, maybe he was a little bit more muscular than Quinn, but it wasn’t a huge difference. It looked like Dyno spent some time in the gym while Quinn spent that time working out other things with Kimber.

  “Staaaaph,” she shouted. “I wanted to talk about something other than Dyno, and now, we just added in talking about Quinn and Dyno.” She raised her hand and pointed a finger at me. “You like him,” she accused.

  “Oh, please,” I laughed. “There is nothing to like about that man.” Other than the fact his ass looked so tight you could bounce a penny off it. Not that I noticed.

  Kimber sat back in her chair with a smug look on her face. “You know, now that I actually think about it, you do. Why else would you be so bothered about him?”

  “Because he called me sugar tits, ate my pizza, and he’s an ass.”

  Kimber sipped her drink. “So? You’ve met plenty of men like that before, and none of them affected you this way.”

  I grabbed my bottle and stood. “I’m going to get Quinn. You obviously must have bumped your head before I got here because you are just talking gibberish. He needs to take you to the ER to get your head examined.”

  Kimber busted out laughing. “You’re just going to get Quinn because you want another glimpse of Dyno.”

  I froze in my tracks and spun around. “On second thought, maybe I’ll just ply you with more vodka and finish my pizza.”

  I did not want to see Dyno again, and Kimber was wrong about everything she was saying about him.

  I was not into him.

  He was not the type of guy I was looking for.

  He was an ass.

  He was everything I did not need in my life.

  I was living a good life finally.

  Working full-time at the hospital. Bringing home banging checks every week and affording every little thing I wanted. A man like Dyno was more than likely going to take everything that was mine and leave me high and dry.

  I had been down that road before. I wasn’t going to go down it again with Dyno.

  “Now that sounds like a good idea.” Kimber poured a couple of inches of vodka into her makeshift glass and filled it the rest of the way with soda. “Quinn is driving both of us home, so we can both relax.”

  I strutted back to my chair and pushed my almost empty can toward her. “That’s the best idea I’ve heard all night.”

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  Chapter Three

  Thirty-one elephants and a tap dancing monkey...

  Fancy

  “Shh.”

  I closed my eyes and tried to calm the poundi
ng in my head.

  “Make it stop,” Kimber moaned softly.

  “This is all your fault,” I grumbled.

  “You were the one who decided we needed to drink most of that bottle,” Kimber reminded me. “I’ve never been this hungover before.”

  I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to focus on the computer screen in front of me. “It’s because we’re getting old.”

  “Speak for yourself,” Kimber countered. “I’m only twenty-seven.”

  “I’m the same age as you, Kimber, and I feel damn old right now.”

  Kimber buried her face in her hands. “I should have called in sick to work. We both should have.”

  We should have, but we both needed our jobs. “Only an hour left, and then you can crawl into bed with your big, bad biker.”

  “I wish you would stop calling him that.”

  “What fun would that be?” The call light lit up in room 10B. “It’s your turn.”

  “No,” Kimber moaned. “My legs can’t move right now.”

  “It’s you, girlfriend. It’s time for his insulin, anyway. You go check to see what he needs, and I’ll be in with his meds.”

  Kimber sighed heavily and stood. “Gah, I hate when you are right.” Kimber trudged out from behind the nurse’s station and down the hallway to room 10B. “You don’t even care that there are thirty-one elephants and a tap-dancing monkey pummeling my head,” she called.

  I cared, but that wasn’t going to help.

  Kimber and I both worked in the ER of Marion Memorial, and of course, the day after we decided to drink a bottle of vodka, we had to work a ten-hour shift.

  We both had made a horrible mistake, and now, we were each paying for it.

  I finished up my work on the computer and grabbed 10B’s insulin.

  Kimber thankfully pasted on a happy face when she was with the patients even though I knew it was possible she could throw up at any second.

  She kept the patient occupied, asking about his family, while I gave him his insulin and wrote in his chart.