MC Sinners Boxed Set #1-7

JACKSON

“ T his is a good thing, yeah?” Spike says, lighting a smoke and leaning back in my large, leather chair.

I’m pacing the room, frustrated and angry. We have no information on the survivors from Hogan’s club, and worse, they’ve disappeared from their lot and no one knows where they’ve gone. It’s bad. I know it in my gut. They aren’t going to sit back and accept what we attempted to do, which means we need to find out where they are, so we can get in first.

“How is it good?” I growl, lifting a glass of whiskey and shooting it back.

“Well, if they knew it was us, they would have come here. We’ve all got watches going, and there ain’t no other bikers in this town.”

I shake my head, meeting his eyes. “Don’t sit well with me, Spike. I don’t think it’s that simple.”

“He was in that house, Jack’s. We saw him go in. He’s dead. The other guys have moved on.”

I stare at him, and shake my head again. “Maybe, but until I know for sure, I ain’t sleepin’ soundly.”

“When does your man get the information?”

“He was meant to get it back to me already,” I growl. God, some of my fuckin’ guys were slack bastards.

“Well, give him until tonight. If he ain’t back, we’ll send one of my guys out.”

I nod, and grip my jacket before turning towards the door. “I’m goin’ for a ride. Tell Cade.”

“Right, boss.”

I walk out, and into the bar. Addison and Serenity are laughing at something on Addi’s phone. I can’t help but smile, seeing the way their faces are all lit up. Women are beautiful, don’t matter what they look like, they’re all beautiful. Precious damn gems, that light up your life daily if you’ll let them. They can also destroy it in a split second, because even if we don’t want to admit it, we’re all fuckin’ suckers for them.

“You girls workin’ hard I see?”

They both jump, and snap their heads up to meet my gaze. Addison rolls her eyes, but Serenity’s cheeks flush. Fuckin’ girl blushes every time I open my mouth, but fuck, it’s cute. Shouldn’t even been looking. Dirty fuck I am. I move my eyes from hers, to meet with my daughters.

“Goin’ for a ride, anyone asks, you tell them that.”

“On it,” she nods.

“Later,” I murmur, meeting Serenity’s gaze again. “Ladies.”

They both murmur a goodbye, and get back to giggling at the phone. I head out front, and squint as the sun burns my eyes. I pull out a pair of sunglasses and pull them over my eyes. I’m about to get on my bike, when a hand strokes down my back. I turn to see Kayla, one of the club whores, grinning at me. She’s blonde, bouncy, and easy.

“You haven’t been around, Jackson. I’ve missed you.”

“Yeah, busy,” I grumble.

“You know, Muff is keen to try me out with you...if you’re interested. I’ll come around when I get back from the city in a few days.”

My dick twitches. Fuck it. I know I’m dirty, I don’t mind sharing a woman with my club members every now and then, and this girl knows it. She’s usually the one in between us. Muff though? I had no idea Muff was into that shit.

“Muff isn’t one of my guys,” I say, raising my brows at her. “You been fuckin’ Spike’s guys?”

She snorts. “The two clubs might as well merge into one, they’re always here.”

She makes a valid point. The only reason they haven’t done so, is because Spike is too damned proud and likes the idea of being President. Fair enough too, I wouldn’t give up the role easily. It’s my life.

“Yeah, I’m keen,” I say, needing to relieve some of this fuckin’ pressure building inside me.

She leans up on her toes, running her tongue over my bottom lip. “I’ll be there, Muff too.”

I pull her in for a deep, pretty wet, kiss. She’s a bad kisser, but who am I to be judgmental? I’m forty and alone. I pull back from the kiss and reach down, gently running a thumb over the cleavage popping over her top. She mewls like a damned pussy cat, and gives me a sultry expression.

“Later then,” I murmur, turning away.

“Later, handsome.”

I shake my head and get onto my bike, starting it up.

I’m outta here.

I need to breathe.