Link was all dark and broody with dark brown hair on the verge of being black with gray, and hazel eyes. His skin tone showed the natural tan of his mother’s heritage. Bas himself had sandy blond hair and blue-green hazel eyes. He also only had a tan in the summer. Weird how they could be related so closely, but look so completely different. The other two Frost boys were equally different. Collin was white blond with green eyes, and Zander sported reddish hair and blue eyes. His skin tone was even lighter than Bas'. Damn, he’d really missed his brothers more than he realized.
Bas had wanted to ask about their other two brothers and where they were, but Link was on the move. Link stopped in front of a door, pulling out his keys to unlock it. Bas figured it was an office and apparently one his brothers had complete access to. After opening the door, Link walked into the room and sat behind the large metal desk. The room was small and cluttered. Bas didn't wait for an invitation or instruction and took a seat in one of the two chairs positioned in front of the desk. Link pulled a file out of the drawer and pushed it in Bas' direction across the surface of the desk.
“Listen, man, that chick you had me check into is a real piece of work,” Link stated. “I don’t know what NAC wants with her, but we may have a conflict of interest here.”
“Dude, you know I can’t go into it, but I’m here on a strictly recon mission.”
Bas knew his brother would understand. They’d both been in the military, and each had obligations and secrets currently to their respective teams or club. Link didn’t discuss Club business, and Bas wasn’t about to discuss what was going with NAC and The Holly Group. That crap was a shit storm waiting to happen, and he would do everything in his power to keep it from ever darkening his brother's doorstep.
“Yeah well, that might be hard to do come morning,” Link confessed. “It seems this Shelby is serious trouble. The chick has a penance for using people, typical broad, but she likes to go to the extreme. In the four months she’s been in town, she’s managed to con a couple of high school kids into maxing out their parents’ credit cards with promises of certain favors if you know what I mean. One of them being the son of one of the local Sheriff’s Deputies, and he is all kinds of pissed off.”
“Fuck, you have got to be kidding me. That chick is twenty-five, who the hell does that?” Bas questioned.
“Who the hell knows why fucked-up people do the shit they do. We could debate that question till we die and still not have a solid answer,” Link joked. “That isn't the worst of it, though. The girl I mentioned to you on the phone who is working for Tuck, she’s the chick’s cousin and apparently, your person of interest is using her name to perpetrate these acts. The deputy confronted Pixie, her real name is Skylar Thomas, on the street a couple of days ago, and not in a nice way if you get my meaning”.
“We can’t have this shit leak back onto the Club, man. Pix assured Tuck she would take care of it and promised to have his bike done and shot of town. She called him earlier today and is meeting him here soon to turn over the keys to his new bike. That’s why I didn’t have you come to the clubhouse. I thought you’d like a chance to either talk to the chick or follow her. I’m pretty sure after she hands over the keys to Tuck, both broads will be leaving town, asap.”
Link continued, “From what Tuck says, Pixie is good people. I met her a while back, and I feel the same. She has an excellent reputation, not only in business, but also with other Clubs. Damn, even I want one of her bikes. You have to understand though, Pixie is different than most of the broads who hang around here. She’s super reserved and doesn’t interact with the guys or the Clubs a whole lot. She’s a loner. The only exception to that is the time she spends with her cousin, and from what I can tell, that isn't all that much. From what I could find out, she hasn’t spent much time outside of the shop. Doesn’t even stay with your chick in the apartment Tuck set them up with.
“From what I can tell, she has been staying in the shop, only making short runs for parts and visiting the cousin about once a week, never for more than a couple of minutes. I called a couple of buddies of mine she had done bikes for and the story is pretty much the same each time. The Shelby chick runs rabid, and Pixie works her ass off then moves on, dragging the cousin along. No one has any complaints about Pixie, but the same can’t be said for Shelby.
“Here is the other thing, Tuck has some connection to Pixie. I don’t know what it is, and I didn’t ask. When I told him you were looking into Shelby, he was all right with it as long as Pixie was kept out of whatever was going on. He said you could talk to her, but beyond that, it’s a no go. She is Club and that means she is ours to take care of at any cost.”
“Shit man, I don’t even know what to say,” Bas responded. “I’m only here to observe and report back. Your chick is safe from NAC and me. We have no interest in her other than her relationship with our target. I don’t want to piss off Tuck or your club.” Leaning his head back to relieve the tension in his neck, he said, “Listen, this was supposed to be a simple in and out. At this point, I don’t see any sense in talking with your chick. Shit, I'm not even going to be talking with the one I was sent here to watch. My orders are little to no contact. Is Tuck going to have a problem with me following her, just to get a lead on the cousin?”
“No man, I think that will be okay,” Link assured. “Pixie has an excellent reputation with the Clubs. She keeps her head down and her nose clean. Your chick, on the other hand, is the real problem. We can’t have her shit coming back and biting us in the ass. The Club can’t afford to have eyes on them.”
“Yeah, I get it, and the chick isn’t mine in any way shape or form. Shelby Thomas is a job, plain and straight. You know how this shit goes. But if what you’re saying is true, it looks like my plans could be changing. Fuck, man, I was looking forward to kicking back with you guys for a couple of days.”
“Yeah, the free booze and pussy had nothing to do with that disappointment, right?” Link ragged.
“Well, shit, not much free and easy in my neck of the woods. I have to come out and play with the big boys every once in a while,” Bas joked.
“Whatever,” Link laughed. “Guess it’s going to have to wait. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to go a few rounds with the Puppets in your honor. Give you something to think about when you’re stuck in a cage, drinking shit gas station coffee, and chasing ass you don’t even really want in the first place.”
“Yeah, you suck, fucker. Damn it, you got anything else I can use? Any idea where they’ll head next?”
“Shelby has a reputation, and it is far from good. She’s a user of epic proportions, mainly of the male variety, but she doesn’t seem to be all that picky. Her MO is to find an easy mark and bilk the sorry ass dry, all the while keeping two or three others waiting in the wings. Beyond that, she is a partier. Booze, drugs, sex, and money seem to be the only other constant in the chick’s life besides the using.”
“Fuck, I looked into her and was coming up with some of that on my own, but damn. Listen, I need to contact Jacks first, but maybe I can take the chick off your hands. I could deposit her ass at a NAC facility close by and get the information I need by other means. Your Club going to have a problem if I pluck her off the street?”
“I’ll talk to Tuck, but I’m pretty sure he’d be all right with it,” Link said. “The cousin, probably not so much, but we might be able to help out with her.”
“Yeah, I’m not looking for problems here. But it sounds like this Pixie chick might be better off if I took Shelby off her hands for a while.”
“You never know, brother. Chicks have a fucked-up way of thinking,” Link said, getting up from the desk, coming around, and sitting on the edge of the desk right in front of Bas. “So, what’s going on with you, big brother? It looks like you have some heavy shit weighing on your mind.”
“Fuck, nothing and just about everything,” Bas laughed. “Even if I was at liberty to talk about it, which I’m not, you know I wouldn’t.”
“Dude, I get it with the stuff that we do. It causes all kinds of messed up shit to hit our brain. I just want to let you know if you ever need to talk about that shit or get lost here for a while, I have your back.”
“Thanks, man, but until I get this case done, I’m kind of stuck,” Bas admitted. “Plus, talking that shit out doesn't help. Now, on the other hand, having a conversation about that free booze and pussy you brought up earlier, I could totally get behind that kind of communication.”
“Yeah, I get that.” Link said, getting up, heading for the door.
Bas stood up and followed his brother. Link got him in ways ordinary people wouldn’t. There would always be secrets between them, but it didn’t deter their relationship in any way. He also knew the man had his back, no questions asked. That meant a lot to Bas.
“Dude, we have a new Puppet. And let me tell you, she can do things with her tongue and mouth that puts a vacuum cleaner to shame. I don’t know if you’re quite up to the challenge of Tabby because, damn dude, I can’t have you embarrassing the family by blowing it in under three minutes. But it’s abso-fucking-lutely a ride you should give a test run if you have time before all this other shit hits the fan.”
“Whatever, fucker. Zander called me a while back telling me about the fall of the mighty Lincoln Frost,” Bas teased. “Couldn’t get the bastard to stop laughing long enough to tell me what was going on. He had to text me that shit. Heard you lasted all of two minutes, man. I don’t think you have to worry about me embarrassing the family name.”
“Yeah, well I guess we won’t have to worry about the family name when I beat the shit out of the youngest in the line, now will we?”
“Aw, Link, did Zan hit a nerve?” Bas was laughing so hard at the disgruntled look on Link’s face. Fuck, it was good to be around his brother again.
“Whatever, shut the fuck up, Bas.” Link sucker punched Bas in the stomach, but Bas was laughing so hard, he hardly noticed the hit. He did, however, have to lean forward from laughing so hard.
Just then, his bear hit him hard. Bas cringed because of the shredding the bastard was giving him on his insides. Lifting his head and looking out into the bar, he expected to find an enemy or some kind of danger to have set off the bear. The electric current running through his body was raising the hair on the back of his neck and arms. His animal might be on the verge of going rogue, but it was still a creature of instinct, and so was Bas. Scanning the room, his breath was taken away by something entirely different from what he’d been expecting.
Standing just inside the doorway was a little sprite of a woman. She couldn’t have been more than five and a half feet tall, maybe shorter, but damn, the curves on her were drool-worthy. She wasn’t stick thin like a lot of women nowadays. She was exactly what a man wanted; her curves were all in the right places, and she was cute in that girl-next-door kind of way. Fresh and free, not overly done up, but wholesome in a way, but with a bit of an edge. The kind of girl you want to take back and introduce to people, not just bang and run.
Fuck, his mind was messed up. When had he ever thought of not just banging a girl? This was the wholesome girl next door. What the hell? Letting his senses out—not because he wanted to, but because his beast was forcing the issue—Bas got a nose full of gross bar surroundings. Searching further, his senses were smacked with a honeysuckle and vanilla scent that made him want to drool. Damn, that smelled awesome. It was oozing right off of the girl, drawing him in and making his mouth water for a taste.
Bas let his eyes wander to her body. It was probably a good thing the woman wasn’t paying him any attention because he was sure he looked like some kind of creeper. Shit, she was damn near perfect. She had tits, hips, and an ass that begged to be held, so she could be ridden hard. The thought of doing that while he fucked her from behind, making her scream out his name, gave him instant wood.
She wasn’t his usual type. Bas generally liked bigger, sturdier women who could take what he had to offer, a night of rough, down and dirty fucking. But this chick was drawing him like a moth to a flame, and he was more than willing to give her a try. If he had to be softer, gentler, then he would accept that. At the moment, he would do just about anything to get inside of her.
Dark, chestnut brown hair with streaks of blue, purple, and green weaved into the mix was all bunched up into some kind of weird twisty bun thing on the top of her head; it looked messy, but planned. Bas wanted to see that hair flowing down the sprite’s shoulders. Better yet, he would like it in a ponytail instead of the bun. That way, he could grip the silky looking mass in his hand while she went down on his cock. The vision brought Bas’ perusal of his target to her face, more specifically her lips. They didn’t disappoint, full and plump, perfect for the thoughts he was having. He knew exactly where he wanted those lips.
Adjusting his now rock-hard cock, the growl that inadvertently ripped from his throat should have surprised him, or at least concerned him, but he was too focused on his prize. Screw Shelby Thomas, the woman standing there was going to be his, at least for tonight. Bas would deal with all the other shit tomorrow.
Funny thing was, his bear was completely on board with the idea as well, even driving him to advance on the woman. Bas got hit with a longing he’d never experienced before, a longing that had his bear rumbling to break free. Damn, if he hadn’t just been hanging with his brother and only had the chance to drink half of his beer earlier, he would have thought someone had drugged him. That was the only thing that could explain these strange feelings Bas was having.
Sebastian Frost never did anything impulsively, like grab a woman and fuck her in front of everyone in the room. He planned, calculated, and then planned again until he knew he was in total control; he needed it. His bear needed it. Control was the only thing that kept order. Control kept everyone safe and alive. So, where was that control when he needed it most as he was stalking across the bar, ready to claim the prize in front of him?
Gone. That’s where because as soon as Tuck touched her, everything in Bas went ballistic, and his only thoughts were feral. His bear was screaming in his head that the woman was his, and no one should be touching her. Bas was doing his best to force his beast back, but his instincts were taking over. He wanted the other man away from the woman, and that was going to happen even if he had to rip Tuck apart.
Chapter 8
Sky had finished Tuck's bike, and it couldn’t have happened at a better time. She needed to get paid, and get Shelby the hell out of town. She knew someone had been following her the last couple of days, and Sky didn’t want to stick around and find out what else her cousin had gotten them both into now. It started with simple things, like the feeling of being watched. And then the other day when she went on parts run, someone in a dark SUV had been tailing her. She noticed them as soon as it pulled out onto the street. Since she had to go to the next town over to get her supplies, Sky watched them for quite some time. The trip lasted an hour and never once did the unknown driver try to approach her or get closer.
She’d tried to get a glimpse of who was driving the vehicle, thinking it might be the cop from earlier in the week, but was unable to get a good look through the windshield. Whoever was driving stayed far enough behind her, all while still matching every turn she made. Once she got to the parts store, she got out and watched as the SUV parked in the back of the lot. It scared her, but not knowing who it was, she didn’t know what to do about it either. Knowing Shelby, it could be anyone, and the odds of that person being aboveboard were small.
Her primary goal, right now, was to get Tuck the keys to his bike and get the hell out of Dodge before she or Shelby caught any backlash for the crap her cousin had been pulling around town. Hanging out with bikers provided Sky with a bit of protection. No one smart messed with the MC, and for the time she was working for them, she was considered their property. That generally meant people didn’t mess with her if they knew what was good for them, but that protection only went so far.
No sane person wanted to mess with the Outlaw Biker Clubs she often worked for. The problem was that those same clubs expected things in return. There were rules and Sky always followed them, wanting to get the job she was paid to do done and move onto her next build.
Sky knew her place, and she kept to it. She stayed out of club business; it was part of the job. She kept her nose clean, head down, and never drew any attention to the MC or cause them any problems. Sky didn’t have a problem with that. No, her problems all started and ended with Shelby.
Hopefully, now that she’d made her decision to cut ties with Shelby, she could have some kind of a normal life. What she did for a living would prevent that a little, but it was still worth trying. Finding a place in Defiance and settling down, maybe even opening up a new shop for Junkyard Hogs was her dream. The constant running was catching up with her. The Ruthless Bastards and Defiance, Kentucky had given her something she hadn’t had in a long time, hope.
The town was welcoming, and the guys in the club were tolerable. However, they were still bikers, and that came with other problems. They didn’t treat her like a second-class citizen just because she had tits and indoor plumbing like some clubs she dealt with had. They respected both Sky and her work. In fact, several expressed interest in commissioning one of her builds. It was a nice change of pace, and she’d hoped to stay longer. Unfortunately, it was all too clear that wasn’t going to happen.
Walking into the Rusty Toad, Sky gave herself a couple of seconds for her eyes to adjust to the dimly lit, smoky interior. Scanning the room, she found Tuck sitting at a table not too far from the entrance. The waitress, or who Sky assumed was the waitress due to her little apron, was currently all but rubbing her body all over his, probably offering more than the drinks the establishment offered. Sky wanted to laugh because Tuck honestly looked bored when any other man would have been chomping at the bit to get a piece of the busty blonde.
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