stick around.
“Now wait a minute. Strother left me in charge of this debate—”
“Debate?” Tommy raised his eyebrows, making his scars pucker more. “It’s a fucking war, Jamison. They did this to me.” He drew X’s in the air over his cheeks.
Ever raised her gaze and stared at him. Looking back at her, Tommy went on.
“Ten years we’ve been fighting drug lords on our turf. We had it cleaned up for a spell.”
“Three years,” one of the guys said.
“Yeah, three good years without asswipes like Middleton handing out speedball to young pussy.”
Ever didn’t even blanch at the harsh term.
“The Hell’s Sons can’t let this asshole Middleton believe he can come into our town and deal under our noses.” Tommy’s meaty fist struck the table.
Randall dragged up a chair and straddled it backward just as the waitress returned with their drinks. She handed Ever’s to her first and then cradled a glass of green liquid. “I brought this too in case you didn’t like the whiskey.”
Unspoken: In case you can’t handle the whiskey.
The guys went quiet, waiting to see what Ever was made of.
She cupped the shot glass around the bottom, and holding the waitress’s gaze, brought the alcohol to her lips. With a smooth flick of her wrist, she poured it down her throat as if it was water.
“Thanks. I will take that.” Without gasping around the burn, Ever passed the waitress the shot glass and accepted her Sex with an Alligator.
The guys were grinning, and Jamison couldn’t have been prouder. He slid his arm from around Ever’s neck and placed his palm on her bare thigh under the table. The smooth muscle flexed under his hand.
After the waitress left and the guys knocked back their shots, Tommy continued.
“This time we put this dealer down. No hesitating. No holding back.”
“We bring in all the guys to fight,” Randall added.
Jamison looked between them. “Look, I know both of you have lost people you loved to drugs. Your sister, Tommy. And Randall…pretty much your whole family. I get that, I do. But the way of the Hell’s Sons has always been to observe first and strike smart.”
“What about you, Jamison? I was at Amanda’s funeral. I know what that did to you.”
The only indication Ever was affected by these words was a slight tensing of the muscle under Jamison’s hand. She sipped her drink through a straw.
He hung his head. “Yeah, we’ve all lost people. But that doesn’t mean Middleton is the only dealer in Heller’s Gap. And it sure as fuck doesn’t mean that if we off him that the drugs are gone.”
One guy leaned back in his seat. “I hear ya, man.”
“I’m with you,” another added.
Jamison trailed his hand over Ever’s leg, feeling that familiar lengthening of his shaft. “I hear you Tommy, Randall. I get it. But I’m saying we don’t vote on a strike yet. Let’s leave it a while longer.”
“But—”
“I know there’s more dealers in Heller’s Gap than Middleton.” He lowered his voice and glanced at Ever. “I took care of one today.”
“You did?” Tommy’s elbows came down on the table, rocking it.
“Word didn’t get out about it,” Randall said.
“Not yet, but it will. I called some of the guys to come clean up.”
Ever shifted her leg as if to remove it from his grasp.
Jamison tossed back his whiskey and stood in one movement. “That’s enough business for tonight. Keep your eyes peeled and keep the club informed.”
“Will do, boss,” and “Yeah, boss,” chorused around the table.
Jamison pulled Ever to her feet. She didn’t even sway as if she’d just drunk enough alcohol to drop a woman of her size. He spiraled an arm around her waist and moved through the club, introducing her.
Within a few minutes he saw the effects of the alcohol. She loosened and smiled at people. When the waitress stared at them, she hooked her arm around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Grinning, Jamison disentangled himself from
“Now wait a minute. Strother left me in charge of this debate—”
“Debate?” Tommy raised his eyebrows, making his scars pucker more. “It’s a fucking war, Jamison. They did this to me.” He drew X’s in the air over his cheeks.
Ever raised her gaze and stared at him. Looking back at her, Tommy went on.
“Ten years we’ve been fighting drug lords on our turf. We had it cleaned up for a spell.”
“Three years,” one of the guys said.
“Yeah, three good years without asswipes like Middleton handing out speedball to young pussy.”
Ever didn’t even blanch at the harsh term.
“The Hell’s Sons can’t let this asshole Middleton believe he can come into our town and deal under our noses.” Tommy’s meaty fist struck the table.
Randall dragged up a chair and straddled it backward just as the waitress returned with their drinks. She handed Ever’s to her first and then cradled a glass of green liquid. “I brought this too in case you didn’t like the whiskey.”
Unspoken: In case you can’t handle the whiskey.
The guys went quiet, waiting to see what Ever was made of.
She cupped the shot glass around the bottom, and holding the waitress’s gaze, brought the alcohol to her lips. With a smooth flick of her wrist, she poured it down her throat as if it was water.
“Thanks. I will take that.” Without gasping around the burn, Ever passed the waitress the shot glass and accepted her Sex with an Alligator.
The guys were grinning, and Jamison couldn’t have been prouder. He slid his arm from around Ever’s neck and placed his palm on her bare thigh under the table. The smooth muscle flexed under his hand.
After the waitress left and the guys knocked back their shots, Tommy continued.
“This time we put this dealer down. No hesitating. No holding back.”
“We bring in all the guys to fight,” Randall added.
Jamison looked between them. “Look, I know both of you have lost people you loved to drugs. Your sister, Tommy. And Randall…pretty much your whole family. I get that, I do. But the way of the Hell’s Sons has always been to observe first and strike smart.”
“What about you, Jamison? I was at Amanda’s funeral. I know what that did to you.”
The only indication Ever was affected by these words was a slight tensing of the muscle under Jamison’s hand. She sipped her drink through a straw.
He hung his head. “Yeah, we’ve all lost people. But that doesn’t mean Middleton is the only dealer in Heller’s Gap. And it sure as fuck doesn’t mean that if we off him that the drugs are gone.”
One guy leaned back in his seat. “I hear ya, man.”
“I’m with you,” another added.
Jamison trailed his hand over Ever’s leg, feeling that familiar lengthening of his shaft. “I hear you Tommy, Randall. I get it. But I’m saying we don’t vote on a strike yet. Let’s leave it a while longer.”
“But—”
“I know there’s more dealers in Heller’s Gap than Middleton.” He lowered his voice and glanced at Ever. “I took care of one today.”
“You did?” Tommy’s elbows came down on the table, rocking it.
“Word didn’t get out about it,” Randall said.
“Not yet, but it will. I called some of the guys to come clean up.”
Ever shifted her leg as if to remove it from his grasp.
Jamison tossed back his whiskey and stood in one movement. “That’s enough business for tonight. Keep your eyes peeled and keep the club informed.”
“Will do, boss,” and “Yeah, boss,” chorused around the table.
Jamison pulled Ever to her feet. She didn’t even sway as if she’d just drunk enough alcohol to drop a woman of her size. He spiraled an arm around her waist and moved through the club, introducing her.
Within a few minutes he saw the effects of the alcohol. She loosened and smiled at people. When the waitress stared at them, she hooked her arm around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Grinning, Jamison disentangled himself from
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