Chas's Fervor: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 3) by Chiah Wilder Page A
Authors: Chiah Wilder
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Good genes, Addie supposed.
“Just out of the oven and warm. I tried one and it was gooey and so yummy.” Suzi smacked her lips as she placed the iced chai in front of Addie.
“You just talked me into it. I’ll try one. I’m sure I’ll regret it later, but what the heck, you know?”
Suzy placed the brownie on a small blue dish and handed it to Addie, who gave her the twenty dollar bill in return.
Pocketing her change, Addie decided to sit at one of the small parlor tables by the window. Breaking off a piece of the brownie, she popped it in her mouth, the melted chocolate from the chips trickling down her fingers. Taking another bite, an explosion of pure chocolate bliss captured her mouth then warmed her insides. Oh, this is so worth every calorie and regret. Yum!
As she ate her brownie and sipped her chai, the windows of the shop vibrated as a deafening roar ripped through the calmness of the coffee shop.
“What the hell?” Addie said.
Suzy laughed. “I bet it’s one of those souped-up motorcycles the guys around here ride.”
“A motorcycle can make that much noise?” Addie turned around to face Suzy who was wiping down some of the nearby tables.
“Oh, sure.” She laughed gleefully, pointing her finger toward the street. “I was right. It is a custom bike. It’s a beauty.”
Addie looked out the window and saw Jack jump off the big, gleaming motorcycle. His dad, dressed in tight blue jeans, black boots with silver buckles, and a sleeveless black muscle shirt which showed off all his ripped muscles, helped Jack with his helmet. “Yes, he is a beauty.” Addie sighed.
“I’m talking ’bout the Harley. I have a thing for them. You like them, too?” Suzy continued to look across the street.
“I’m beginning to,” Addie replied. I definitely like the stud riding the Harley. I wonder if that counts.
“I’ll bet he’s an Insurgent,” Suzy said.
“He is.”
“I figured he was a member of the biker club. This is their territory and national headquarters. They have the coolest Harleys.”
“Do they do group things like riding together and holiday parties?”
Suzy busted out laughing. “They have parties, but not the type you’re thinking of. I’m not an expert, but I’ve heard they have some badass, wild parties. They’re not a club in the way you’re thinking. They’re outlaws.”
Addie’s eyes narrowed. “Yeah, like criminals the police are looking for.”
“Something like that. They’re more like rebels. They don’t socialize with us, and we don’t socialize with them. They have their own set of rules and lifestyle. I dunno, they’re just badass, and I wouldn’t want to meet up with any of them or piss them off. I’ve heard they can be bad news, you know?”
“Really? That motorcycle belongs to one of my students’ father. I guess I better not piss him off, huh?”
Suzy smiled. “I wouldn’t.”
As Addie pushed her iron chair back, it scraped on the tiled floor. Standing up, she slurped the last bit of chai from her straw, wiped her hands with a sanitizer she always carried in her purse, reapplied her burnt-orange lipstick, and thanked Suzy as she dashed out the door.
Why did she indulge in gossip when she knew Jack had arrived and was in the library waiting for her? Breathless, she flung open the library’s front door, tripping over the metal threshold. As if in slow motion, she saw her purse fly out of her hand, its contents spilling out, the ground coming closer and closer to her face. Expecting to slam down on the floor, she braced herself when two strong arms caught and smashed her against a solid wall, crushing her face as she gasped for air.
Arching back, she looked straight into a ripped chest covered in black cotton fabric. Raising her eyes upward, Chas’s half-grin greeted her. With burning cheeks, she smoothed down her tousled hair as she attempted to gain a modicum of composure.
Jack ran around collecting items that had scattered from her
“Just out of the oven and warm. I tried one and it was gooey and so yummy.” Suzi smacked her lips as she placed the iced chai in front of Addie.
“You just talked me into it. I’ll try one. I’m sure I’ll regret it later, but what the heck, you know?”
Suzy placed the brownie on a small blue dish and handed it to Addie, who gave her the twenty dollar bill in return.
Pocketing her change, Addie decided to sit at one of the small parlor tables by the window. Breaking off a piece of the brownie, she popped it in her mouth, the melted chocolate from the chips trickling down her fingers. Taking another bite, an explosion of pure chocolate bliss captured her mouth then warmed her insides. Oh, this is so worth every calorie and regret. Yum!
As she ate her brownie and sipped her chai, the windows of the shop vibrated as a deafening roar ripped through the calmness of the coffee shop.
“What the hell?” Addie said.
Suzy laughed. “I bet it’s one of those souped-up motorcycles the guys around here ride.”
“A motorcycle can make that much noise?” Addie turned around to face Suzy who was wiping down some of the nearby tables.
“Oh, sure.” She laughed gleefully, pointing her finger toward the street. “I was right. It is a custom bike. It’s a beauty.”
Addie looked out the window and saw Jack jump off the big, gleaming motorcycle. His dad, dressed in tight blue jeans, black boots with silver buckles, and a sleeveless black muscle shirt which showed off all his ripped muscles, helped Jack with his helmet. “Yes, he is a beauty.” Addie sighed.
“I’m talking ’bout the Harley. I have a thing for them. You like them, too?” Suzy continued to look across the street.
“I’m beginning to,” Addie replied. I definitely like the stud riding the Harley. I wonder if that counts.
“I’ll bet he’s an Insurgent,” Suzy said.
“He is.”
“I figured he was a member of the biker club. This is their territory and national headquarters. They have the coolest Harleys.”
“Do they do group things like riding together and holiday parties?”
Suzy busted out laughing. “They have parties, but not the type you’re thinking of. I’m not an expert, but I’ve heard they have some badass, wild parties. They’re not a club in the way you’re thinking. They’re outlaws.”
Addie’s eyes narrowed. “Yeah, like criminals the police are looking for.”
“Something like that. They’re more like rebels. They don’t socialize with us, and we don’t socialize with them. They have their own set of rules and lifestyle. I dunno, they’re just badass, and I wouldn’t want to meet up with any of them or piss them off. I’ve heard they can be bad news, you know?”
“Really? That motorcycle belongs to one of my students’ father. I guess I better not piss him off, huh?”
Suzy smiled. “I wouldn’t.”
As Addie pushed her iron chair back, it scraped on the tiled floor. Standing up, she slurped the last bit of chai from her straw, wiped her hands with a sanitizer she always carried in her purse, reapplied her burnt-orange lipstick, and thanked Suzy as she dashed out the door.
Why did she indulge in gossip when she knew Jack had arrived and was in the library waiting for her? Breathless, she flung open the library’s front door, tripping over the metal threshold. As if in slow motion, she saw her purse fly out of her hand, its contents spilling out, the ground coming closer and closer to her face. Expecting to slam down on the floor, she braced herself when two strong arms caught and smashed her against a solid wall, crushing her face as she gasped for air.
Arching back, she looked straight into a ripped chest covered in black cotton fabric. Raising her eyes upward, Chas’s half-grin greeted her. With burning cheeks, she smoothed down her tousled hair as she attempted to gain a modicum of composure.
Jack ran around collecting items that had scattered from her
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