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Stand
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Predators MC # 2
Predators MC # 2
By: Jamie Begley
Releasing May 2, 2015
Young Ink Press
One mistake can change your life
forever.
Casey had spent most of her life watching the
Predators control Queen City, never believing they could be brought to justice.
She was the one who always passed unnoticed as Max’s stepsister. They
underestimated what she was capable of until it was almost too late. When the
Predators discovered they were her prey, there was hell to pay, and Casey was
going to have to pay her dues with her soul.
One mistake can fuck up your life
forever.
Max trusted his stepsister, not believing for a
second she would betray the Predators. She used her body to get what she
wanted, and now Max would use the same wiles on her to trap Casey in her own
web of deceit. The Predators demanded revenge, and Max was going to see they
got what they wanted, even if the price was his soul.
This was one standoff neither was
going to win.
Max walked
across the parking lot to his bike, where the club members were standing
together, waiting for him.
“Find out
what you wanted to know?” Ice asked, his arm around Grace’s shoulders.
“Fuck, no.”
Max sat down on his bike, frustrated at Casey’s refusal to confide in him. She
was the complete opposite of her mother, who would tell you what color panties
she had on if you asked. With Renee, what you saw was what you got. She was
feisty and spunky, dressing more like a woman half her age than a woman in her
fifties. She had been married three times before she had met and married his
father. Max liked Renee and wished Casey had taken a few traits from her
mother. She hadn’t, though. She was as closed off and snooty as Renee was
friendly and outgoing.
“What are
you going to do?” Jackal asked.
“Ask Dad and
see if he knows what’s going on.”
“Why does it
matter? It’s not like she’s your sister.” Ice climbed on his bike with Grace getting
on behind him.
“Because
Casey is an uptight bitch who watches every dime she spends. If she needs cash,
I’m thinking it’s not for her.”
“Renee?” Ice
spoke his own thought out loud.
“Dunno.”
“Could be
anything,” Jackal broke into the conversation. “She could owe money or have a
habit she’s hiding. She could even be giving it to her boyfriend.”
Max shook
his head. “She doesn’t spend any money on herself. She has five work outfits
that she wears different days of the week. She never goes out. Her ma is always
asking her to go shopping and shit with her, and she never goes. I would know
if she was doing any drugs since we control that shit in town.” Max spoke
faster at Ice’s warning look about watching his words around Grace. “Her
boyfriend is a stockbroker from out east and has more cash than he can spend.”
“How d’you
know she has only five work outfits?” Grace’s curious eyes met his.
“There isn’t
much I don’t notice about women,” Max bragged.
“I didn’t
see you paying much attention to what CeCe was wearing. You asked her if one
dress she was wearing was new twice.”
Max
shrugged. “You still pissed about me and CeCe? She was the one who dumped me,
remember?”
“Because you
didn’t want to make a commitment,” Grace said accusingly.
“I have to
spread the love around,” he joked, winking at Grace, who didn’t smile back.
“What you’re
spreading is bullshit, not love.”
“You check
the boyfriend out?” Ice broke in, cutting off the budding argument between Max
and his wife.
Max raised a
brow at Ice’s silent warning to drop the subject of CeCe. Grace and CeCe were
best friends, and Ice didn’t want Grace to form hard feelings that would make
it difficult to be around the club members.
“Her ma
asked me to. She thought he was flashing too much money around. He’s Mr. Clean;
couldn’t find crap on him.”
“I don’t
understand why you feel the need to try to interfere in her life. She obviously
doesn’t want you interfering,” Grace remarked.
“She’s not
going to get her wish. Snake!” Max yelled at the biker at the end of the row of
bikes.
The biker
walked toward him with an apprehensive look. “What’s up?”
“I want you
to stay and watch the store until Casey gets off tomorrow morning.”
“Fuck, no.
I’m not getting stuck watching over another one of your women. Let someone else
do it,” Snake argued.
Max’s eyes
narrowed on him. “You telling me no? I’ll rip your fucking head off and piss
down your throat. She’s not my woman; she’s my stepsister, and I want her
watched,” he bellowed.
“Shit, if
you put it that way, I’ll stay. It’s not like I have a fucking choice, is it?” Snake
said snidely.
“No; if I
tell you to shoot yourself in the foot, you’ll do what you’re told until you’re
patched!”
“I’ll do it,
but if she gives me the same trouble Grace did, I’m packing up and going back
home. If I’m going to be bored, I can go home and bale hay for my dad,” he
complained.
Ice and
Jackal watched as Max took a step forward and punched Snake in the mouth. Blood
poured from his split lip.
“Shut the
fuck up, your whining like one of my bitch’s.”
Grace gasped,
staring at him with a shocked expression. “I thought you were the nice one in
the group.”
“I am,” Max
said, opening his beer and taking a long drink.
Grace stared
at him dubiously. “Did you not just hear yourself threatening to rip his head
off and piss down his throat?”
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