“Can you fight?” Doc asked.
“Yep.”
“You know your guns?”
“Sure do.”
“Colt here tells me you’ve got this fun little knack for reading people.”
I eyed Colt carefully as the conversation took a turn.
“Been awhile since I’ve put it to use, but yes,” I said.
“Take your shot with me,” Doc said.
“With you.”
“Yep. Tell me what you can gather just from looking at me,” he said.
It had been a few years since I’d had to employ this tactic and I knew I’d be rusty. My eyes scanned Doc’s body… or at least what I could of him. I figured my fighting skills and my ability to shoot with deadly accuracy would be more useful than something like this. But if that was what Doc wanted to see, then it was better than recounting shitty war stories.
I took a few seconds to look him up and down before I cleared my throat.
“You’ve had a rough morning,” I said.
“With Colt, it’s always rough,” Doc said.
“Not what I meant. You didn’t get much sleep last night, and you ran into something this morning. The scuff on your jeans as well as your slight limp tells me that. You live in your own home and do your own yard work, judging by the mud and the grass seeds caked onto her boots. It’s probably therapeutic for you, though you don’t want to admit that because who the fuck admits they like gardening?”
A chuckle rose from Colt as Doc’s eyes held my stare.
“You don’t actually like the beer at this place, but you tolerate it because they give it to you for free. I can tell by the way you drink it. You bite back a grimace, and it takes you longer to swallow it sometimes. That usually indicates a nice person. Someone who is willing to make themselves uncomfortable for the sake of others. I’d venture to say that’s what got you elected President.”
“Anything else?” Doc asked.
“Do you want me to keep going?” I asked.
“Out of curiosity, yes.”
“You have a fading bruise on your neck, but you’re trying to cover it up. Means you’ve been in an altercation. Lately you don’t want anyone knowing about. Even though you smashed your shin against something, you’re favoring your other side. I’d venture to say you’ve got at least a bruised rib you’re trying to nurse. But with your size and attention, it means someone got the jump on you. Either in the dark, since you’re squinting at me to try and see me through the shadows, or it was someone you knew, so you didn’t brace for it.”
“Doc, is he serious?” Colt asked.
“We can talk about it later,” Doc said.
“No, if someone’s attacked you-”
“I said, later,” Doc said.
His eyes turned back to mine as I let out a deep sigh.
“Hell of a talent you got there.”
“Most people aren’t a fan of it,” I said.
“We got plenty of fighters and shooters, but we don’t have anyone who can read people like that. You’ve been hanging around here for the last couple of months, but you’ve been working in that mechanic shop for a while. Doing good work, by what Colt’s told me.”
“Glad I can make someone proud. I enjoy having a purpose,” I said.
“How would you like to shift that purpose? You know, putting your focuses on becoming a prospect?”
I brought my beer up to my lips to conceal the goofy grin I could feel spreading across my cheeks.
“I think I’d like that,” I said.
“Good. Colt, hand it to him.”
I looked over at Colt as he held out a leather cut he had slung over his chair. It was my size and tailored to me, and it had The Fallen Reapers logo on the back of it with a prospect patch on the bottom.
Holy shit.
I had my own leather cut.
I couldn’t help the smile that crossed my cheeks. I slipped my old leather jacket off so I could slip on my new one. Doc was grinning at Colt, and I was leaned back in my chair, and I was smiling like a fucking idiot.
“Looks good on ya,” Doc said.
“Feels good, too,” I said.
“Being a prospect lasts about a year. You’ll do all the shit the club does. Trips, jobs, security detail. The whole nine. We don’t do any hazing shit like some clubs do. It’s pointless, and we got too much work to do to make someone’s life hell for the fun of it. Plus, with you being ex-military, it’s about time you had a break.”
“Is it over?” Bruiser asked.
“Can we come out now?” Grave asked.
I watched as the rest of the guys came out from the pool shooting room and gathered around the table.
“I’d say it’s official,” Doc said.
“Oh shit! This is gonna be great,” Jax said.
“Want me to start the food and round of beers?” Fender asked.
“Hell yeah. It’s celebration time. We got ourselves a new prospect with a fun skill set we don’t have yet. We got the advantage with this one,” Doc said.
“Glad I can help,” I said.
“Set the table for one more guys,” Colt said. “I’m expecting a guest.”
“Who the hell you got comin’ around here now?” Bruiser asked.
The doors to the place slammed open, and we all looked over to see who it was. Colt’s smile was broad on his face as my stomach hit the floor. It was Zoey, in all of her beautiful glory, walking towards the table as the guys as the guys stilled around me.
Oh shit.
This wasn’t happening.
Holy. Fuck.
“Guys, I want you to meet someone you haven’t seen in years. She looks a bit different now, but you’ve met her before. This is my little sister Zoey. And she’s back from college.”
“Holy shit. That’s Zoey?” Fender asked.
“He’s joking. That’s not Little Zoe,” Bruiser asked.
“That’s your lanky little sister? Where’s her black eyeliner?” Jax asked.
“Traded it in for some bombshell lipstick and my natural red hair. You guys like it?” Zoey asked.
“Holy shit, girl. Get over here and give me a hug,” Doc said.
Zoey threw her arms around Doc as I tried to avert my gaze as much as possible.
“And this, Zoey, is Rider. He’s our newest prospect for the club. You met him a couple of times. He’s the friend of mine that enlisted in the military,” Colt said.
“Wait,” Zoey said. “You mean the one with the shaggy hair? The thin one that everyone teased about getting broken in basic?”
I swallowed my shock as her eyes widened and turned back towards me.
“You’re that Rider?” Zoey asked.
“Looks different now, doesn’t he? Didn’t think you’d recognize him after all these years,” Colt said.
The guys all rallied around her to give her a massive hug as they doted on how different she looked. And they were right. She looked dramatically different. I had a hard time recognizing her even now. But she was just now beginning to process who I was as her eyes raked up and down my form.
Her eyes were begging me. Silencing me with their nervousness before she finally turned her gaze to everyone else. She looked genuinely happy to see everyone. They were hugging her close and scanning her body. I could see Bruiser and Fender allowing their hands to linger just a little too long on her body. Colt smacked their hands away and gave them a predatory stare, but it didn’t stop the jealousy from ricocheting throughout my body.
And still, Zoey was begging.
Every time her eyes caught mine, she pleaded with me to keep my mouth shut. But she didn’t have to worry. I’d just been made a prospect with the club I’d considered family for a while now. I wasn’t going to do anything to ruin that for myself. But I couldn’t deny that I wanted her. I couldn’t deny that I felt like she was mine. The way our bodies had connected and the way things seemed to natural between the two of us.
It pissed me off that all the guys wer
e hugging on her.
I was struggling. Pulled between two worlds I now wanted. The leather cut I was wearing felt good against my skin. It reminded me of the family I had found when I thought I was alone. But then there was Zoey. With her jaw-dropping curves and her sassy attitude. She took no shit from anyone, and she stood her ground. Independent and fiery, just like I remembered her. She was the kind of woman I wanted in my life. She was the kind of woman I wanted standing at my side.
But she was Colt’s little sister. My best friend’s fucking sister.
And she was now off limits.
Chapter 10
Zoey
As the guys hugged my neck and kept talking about how different I looked, I begged Rider to keep quiet. To keep his mouth shut and try to act natural. The last thing we needed was my brother finding out about us. About what we did the night before in the bar his club owned. The guys kept hugging me and picking me up off my feet, and I could tell it was pissing Rider off. I could see the way he gripped his beer as he sat there silently and watched everything unfold.
Then I saw the leather cut on his back.
It wasn’t the leather jacket I’d slid off his shoulders that night. It wasn’t the leather jacket he had been wearing in the bathroom when he took me against the wall. This was shiny and new… and it had The Fallen Reapers logo cut onto the back of it.
Shit. My worst nightmare had just come true.
Rider was the club’s new prospect.
“I cannot believe it’s you, Zoey,” Fender said. “You look fucking phenomenal.”
“Hey, that’s my damn sister you’re talking about,” Colt said.
“We’re not sticking our dicks in her. Just complimenting her on how she’s blossomed into a beautiful woman,” Bruiser said.
“Don’t you fucking use that kind of language around her. You hear me?” Colt asked.
I rolled my eyes as Colt quickly because distracted by the other guys.
I slid through the bickering crowd and made my way over to Rider. He was sitting at the table, silently nursing his beer. He was white-knuckling the glass as I slid into the chair Doc had been occupying, trying to make things look as innocent as I could for the sake of my brother. The arguing was getting loud, and Doc was trying to get into the middle of it all. I was pissed off with how all of this was already going down. Colt didn’t have any fucking reason to be this pissed off with how absent he’d been in my life
But I knew sleeping with Rider had consequences for him and the pledge he’d just taken.
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you were coming to this thing?” Rider asked.
“Because I didn’t know I was. And why the hell didn’t you tell me you were that Rider?” I asked.
“Figured if I was important enough to remember, you would’ve,” he said.
“Oh, don’t give me that shit. You really mean to tell me you recognized me a last night in the damn bar and slept with me anyway?”
Rider fell silent as the guys continued to argue over stupid shit. Sometimes I really hated the opposite sex and how petty they could get with stuff.
I looked out over the bar and noticed a couple of guys eyeing me closely. Grave and Jax were staring me down, and I was beginning to grow nervous. Their eyes kept darting between Rider and I, and I could see they were slowly putting the pieces together. I knew they would recognize me from that night. Especially since I’d fucking sat down with them at the bar. The rest of the guys were too busy arguing over the fact that someone said ‘dick’ in front of me, but Grave and Jax had their sights trained on us.
And I could tell by the way Rider straightened up that he saw it, too.
“You think they know?” he asked.
“Yep. I think they’re putting the pieces together,” I said.
“This could ruin everything.”
“No shit, Sherlock. It’s why I’m trying to keep it under wraps for you.”
“When the hell did you figure out you were coming to this thing?” he asked.
“This morning, when my brother invited me. I went home just in time to see Mom rushing off to her morning shift, and Colt was just… in the house. Like he didn’t fucking do anything wrong.”
“Wrong? What does that mean?” he asked.
“Nothing. I just get upset when I see Colt like this. He acts like the protective brother and shit, but the truth is this morning was the first time I’d seen him since I graduated. And before that, I hadn’t seen him for two years.”
“Two years?”
“Yep. I got angry with him as a kid for him never wanting me to hang out with you guys. It’s why I didn’t recognize you. I’d only met you twice, and you sure as hell didn’t look like this all those years ago.”
“No. No, I didn’t,” he said.
“He was trying to keep me safe. Away from all this shit. But I thought he didn’t want me around. Was embarrassed about me or something. We fought a lot over it, and it put a lot of distance between us. We fought the night before I left for college and I didn’t speak to him again until my junior year.”
“What did you guys fight about?”
“Stupid shit. I wanted to go hang out with him and the guys here that night. Have one last hurrah before I left for college. And he told me I was stupid for wanting to do that. He accused me of wanting to sleep with one of them and get free drinks and how I’d end up getting myself into trouble he’d have to bail me out of again. Like he’d ever bailed me out of anything in his life.”
“That’s a pretty shitty fight,” he said.
“It was. It still is. Every time I think about it, it pisses me off. And now I see him going at Bruiser because he said ‘dick’ in my presence and it’s all so fucking fake.”
“He does care about you. That’s how Colt is. He might not always be there, but when you need him, he is,” Rider said.
“Oh really? Then where the hell was he the night I called my freshman year? When I’d had sex for the first time ever and didn’t know what the hell had just happened?”
“What?” he asked.
“Yeah. Went on a date, got caught up in some shit, gave my virginity away, and wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I called my brother three times that night to try and talk with him. Left a voice message and everything. Never heard back from him.”
“I’m sure there’s an explanation for it.”
“Or the beginning of my sophomore year. When there was a fucking fire in my building That shit was all over the news. I was sleeping in my dorm when all of the sudden I was jolted awake by a fire alarm. Smoke was pouring down the hallway the firemen had to break my window to get me out. And where was Colt? Where was he when I was calling because some I’d just been pulled out of a fucking fire?”
“Zoey… I’m so sorry,” he said. The arguing behind me continued, and I just couldn’t take it anymore.
“Colt! Fucking knock it off!” I said.
Everything came to a halt as all the guys looked at me.
“I’m sorry,” I said as I looked at Rider. “I didn’t realize it would be this big of a deal for me to just come have lunch with my brother.”
Rider shook his head as the entire room stared at us.
“Bruiser said ‘dick.’ So what? I’ve had dick before. Plenty of it. I’m not about to hop on Bruiser’s, but this fighting you do whenever you think someone has slighted me is getting old. I can take care of myself. Get off your high horse,” I said.
“No one should fucking talk like that to you. And what the hell do you mean ‘you’ve had plenty of dick’?”
“I’m a woman, Colt. With a job and a car and health insurance and sass. I have needs, and I make sure they’re tended to. Don’t start this shit with me today. I came to have lunch with my brother and hug the necks of men I haven’t seen in years because you were the one that kept me away from them. That kept me separate and pushed into the shadows because of whatever bullshit reasons you tell yourself at night. Stop getting so damn defensive. If I need y
ou, I’ll call you.”
“You’re my fucking sister, Zoey.”
“Then start acting like a damn brother when it’s important,” I said. “Not just when you need to save face.”
I whipped my eyes over to Grave and Jax and gave them a disgusting glance. They looked away from me, bowing their heads towards their feet. They were going to keep their mouths shut on this if it was the last thing I did with myself. Suddenly, I wasn’t in the mood for food. I didn’t want to each lunch or sit in this fucking bar and play family when my blood was boiling.
I looked over at Rider as he cast me a worried glance.
“Congratulations on that leather cut. Make us proud,” I said.
Then I slid from my seat, walked over to the bar, and ordered myself a beer.
I could feel everyone’s eyes on me as I walked away from the group. The place I had wanted to be a part of all my life now seemed tainted somehow. I could feel the tension growing in the room as I hopped up onto a barstool, my mind coming to a screeching halt as tears sprang to my eyes.
“Can I sit down?” Colt asked.
“Free fucking world,” I said.
The bartender slid a beer my way, and I caught it in my hands. Colt watched my every move, analyzing me the way he did others he didn’t know. That was the icing on the cake. The fact that my brother had to read me in a way he did strangers. We had spent so much time apart that we’d both grown into people neither of us recognized.
And I hated that fact.
“Caught that beer pretty good,” Colt said.
“Shit happens when you work in a bar,” I said.
“You worked in a bar?”
“Yep. For the last two years of my college career,” I said.
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Hell yeah. Awesome tips, especially if I showed a little cleavage. The tighter my pants, the larger the tips. It paid for the few loans my scholarships wouldn’t cover and gave me enough money to set aside for after college.”
“Sounds like you were good at your job then.”
“I was. I miss the place. It felt the most like home.”
I looked over at my brother and saw him nodding his head. He was trying his best; I knew he was. But I was still angry, and I wasn’t willing to let it go yet. I’d choked it down for years, telling myself it didn’t matter. Telling myself, I could make friends that would become family. Telling myself that when I graduated, Colt would see me differently.
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