Jerry's Passion: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 6) (21 page)

“Who told you I been going there?” She rose up slightly in her recliner and gave Kelsey a hard stare. “It’s the little whore who’s spreading those lies. She’s always been jealous of me.”

“I didn’t tell him nothing! Why you so quick to blame me for everything all the time?”

“Will the two of you shut the fuck up? Damn, you’re giving me a headache. A couple of the brothers saw you when they went to bet on the roosters.”

Casanova Nightclub was across Aspen Lake. From the outside it looked like a respectable place, but once inside, all respectability was left at the large steel doors. Ecstasy was readily available, and the staff turned a blind eye to what the patrons did. Underneath the colored lights flashing on the dance floor and the pulsing beats of the music, people gathered—mostly men—to place bets on a pair of roosters who were raised for stamina and strength to duke it out in the cockpit. Metal spurs were attached to the birds for the sheer enjoyment of the spectators. The Berrios family owned and ran the club and illegal fights, and the police raided them about once a month, although they were never shut down, much to the dismay of the upstanding citizens of Pinewood Springs.

“So what if I was? My gentleman friend took me out for a drink. We decided to check out the fight.”

“If you gamble with his money, I don’t give a fuck what you do, but if you’re using mine, that’s gonna make me real pissed, Wanda.”

“It was all his. I swear it.”

What the fuck am I doing here?
Each time he visited his mom and sister, he swore it’d be the last time, but he kept coming back. Part of him felt bad that he couldn’t have helped his sister when they were younger, before the state separated them. He was nearly seven years older than her, and he tried his damnedest to take care of her, but what was a ten year-old boy supposed to do?

“You gonna give me some money? The bills are coming and I don’t have nothing to give ‘em,” Wanda said.

“You gonna spend it on paying the bills, or you gonna drink, gamble, and snort it away? I’m not about to support your fuckin’ habits. Why did you let Kelsey drop outta school?”

“Don’t you go lecturing me. I can’t control the little bitch. How the fuck can I make her go to school if she don’t want to? I didn’t finish high school. I had to drop out to have your brother.”

“Yeah, I see how great that worked out for you. Kelsey needs to get her GED. I’ll talk to her ‘bout it.”

“Don’t bribe her with money. She’s so money-hungry it makes me sick.”

“And you’re not?” Before she answered, he walked out the door to see Kelsey talking with Randy and Dolores. “Kelsey!”

She turned around, the two meth dealers taking him in. He swung over the bannister and sauntered over to her. “Come on.” He jerked his head in the direction of Wanda’s trailer.

“I’m talking right now. Oh, Dolores, Randy, this is my brother Jerry.”

He noticed how Dolores checked him out, her lusty gaze lingering on his crotch. As if he’d ever fuck her. She was in need of a good scrubbing from head to toe. Her thin, greasy hair stuck to her scalp, and she smelled like ammonia—a telltale sign she and the short man were cooking shit on their burners. He saw aggression in Randy’s gaze. The guy was a good five inches shorter than Jerry’s six foot two, and he wished like hell the loser would try something so he could beat the shit outta him. Randy grabbed Dolores’s hand possessively, and Jerry shook his head and gave him his “never would be interested” face.

“I told you to come on. I’m not fucking gonna tell you again.” The sharpness in his tone silenced Kelsey, and she headed back to the trailer.

Jerry turned away and Randy said, “You an Insurgent?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow, that’s cool. I love your Harley. Can I get a closer look?”

“No.”

“What about me? I’d love to feel how powerful it is.” Dolores smiled and ran her tongue over her upper lip. Jerry ignored her and walked away.

“You’re not too friendly, are you?” she asked.

Jerry swung around and marched right next to Randy. “Let me tell you what the fuck I am. I’m goddamned pissed that you’re cooking meth in your shitty house next to my sister and mom’s. I’m also gonna warn you to fucking stop it. Now.” His face was inches away from Randy’s, and Jerry could smell the fear seeping through his pores.

“We’re not making meth.” Randy stepped back a few steps.

“You are. The Insurgents don’t want that shit in their territory, and believe me when I tell you that you do
not
want to get onto the club’s radar. This is your first and last warning. Get rid of the shit, or you won’t have anywhere to cook it. You don’t want to fucking get on the Insurgents’ bad side.”

Dolores and Randy stood silently while Jerry sneered at them before finally walking away. He wasn’t making idle threats; when he told Banger what the hell these two jerks were doing, the Insurgents would beat the shit outta them and torch their trailer. He was nice enough to have given them fair warning.

Kelsey waited by the porch stairs. “What did you say to them? Now they won’t talk to me. What’s your problem, bro?”

“I don’t want you hangin’ with them anymore. And since you’re so bored, your ass is in summer school preparing for the GED. No way are you sitting around all summer getting into a shitload of trouble.”

“You’re just a big bully. You come around here wearing your jacket with your logo, scaring the hell outta everyone. Pretty soon no one’s gonna talk to me. You fixed it with Brian—he won’t look at me—and now you’re doing it with Randy and Dolores.”

“You don’t need to be friends with them or that old asshole. Stay away from them, or I’ll make sure you do. And you won’t like it.”

“You’re so bossy. So, where’s my money for cleaning the place?”

He handed her sixty dollars. She counted it and he saw a frown crease her forehead. “You said eighty”

“If the place was clean.”

“It was. So give me another twenty.”

“Dishes in the sink and magazines and paper strewn around isn’t clean. It was better, but for eighty bucks it needs to be cleaned well. We’ll see how next week goes.”

“Asshole,” she muttered under her breath. Jerry let it go.

“You coming back in?” Wanda wheezed.

When he came back in the trailer, Wanda was in the kitchen pouring herself another cup of “coffee” from the vodka bottle. She glanced up, and Jerry observed guilt etched all over her face. He walked over to her, threw down two one-hundred-dollar bills on the Formica counter, and left the trailer. Wanda came out on the porch, and the moment she opened her mouth, he revved his engine, shattering the trailer park with 90 ear-splitting decibels from his customized pipes. The noise sounded like a barrage of fireworks going off all at once, and several people came out of their trailers shaking their fists, their mouths moving in anger. Jerry put on his sunglasses and sped out of the trailer park, his middle finger high in the air. He needed to ride hard and fast, to be a part of the wind, the sunlight, and the earth. For him, the only true peace was in the ride.

Riding hard.

Riding free.

Just fucking riding.

F
lashes of lightning
cracked the sky, followed by ominous rolls of thunder. The blue sky from earlier in the day was now a sheet of steel gray, and the white clouds had turned into darkened charcoal smudges against it. The clubhouse windows creaked as the gusting wind pushed against them, the trees bowing to its strength. Jerry watched the raindrops as they tumbled from the graphite sky, pelting the dry ground and trees, their leaves drooping on the curved branches. The door opened and a rush of air blew in, bringing a fresh, earthy scent with it.

“Damn, it’s really coming down out there,” Rock said as he wiped his rain-soaked face. He grabbed the shot the prospect had placed on the bar for him and went over to Jerry. “The two assholes you told me about at the trailer park where your sister lives are connected to the fuckin’ Skull Crushers. I’m on my way to tell Banger. You wanna come?”

“Nah, I’m just chillin’ right now. I don’t get to do that very often. You can fill me in on what he says.”

“Okay. I know he’s stoked ‘cause you found that out.” Rock set his shot glass on the table and walked away.

Jerry motioned Puck for another beer and, in less than a few seconds, the prospect had it delivered. He took a long drink, loving the way the cool liquid slid down his throat. His cell phone on the table lit up and he picked it up, a tickle of desire teasing his dick when he saw Kylie’s name. He opened her text.

Kylie:
I want 2 see u.

He smiled, took another long drink, and stretched out his legs.

Jerry:
Wanna see u 2, babe.

Kylie:
Real bad?

Jerry:
U know it.

Kylie:
Do u wish I were in PWS?

Jerry:
Oh yeah… Want u here with me now.

Kylie:
Great! I’m on my way.
♥

Jerry sat up, his elbow knocking his beer bottle on the floor.
What the fuck?
Puck rushed over, placed a new bottle of Coors on the table, cleaned up the spilled beer, and ambled back to the bar.

Jerry:
U driving back home now? The rain is bad.

Kylie:
No. I’m here. Almost at clubhouse. :)

Jerry:
Ur dad’s here.

Kylie:
Figured he was since he wasn’t home. See u in a bit.

Why in the hell was she coming to see him at the club when she knew Banger was there? Damn, he wished she would’ve told him she was coming sooner, and he definitely wished he wasn’t sporting a hard-on just thinking about her being near him again. He groaned inwardly. He had it so bad for Kylie that he couldn’t fucking believe it. Even though he’d fantasized about her and figured it would be awesome to fuck her, he never counted on the emotional pull she’d have on him.

“Hey, you drinking alone?” Axe asked as he pulled out a chair and plopped down on it.

“Not anymore.” Jerry stared at the front door. “What’re you up to?”

“Just hanging. Baylee’s got a dinner meeting with some business people. She’s trying to get them to come onboard with the firm. She really wants the Gilpin Mall Complex. So, I’m solo tonight. Want to get barbecue later?”

“Sounds good, but I’m not sure I can make it.”

“You guys going out for barbecue? Count me in,” Throttle said as he came up to their table.

“Me too,” said Chas as he motioned to Puck for a round of drinks. Addie’s hanging with the old ladies on their night out bullshit.”

“You don’t seem too happy ‘bout it,” Throttle said.

“Belle started it. It started off with them getting together when we’d have a club party that they couldn’t go to, but now they’re doing stuff on days their men are home. Damn, it pisses me off. All I think about is if someone’s checking out my woman.”

Jerry laughed. “I think that’s the point of the ladies’ night out gatherings. They want their men to think about them the way they do when you guys are at a club party with all the bitches. And from the scowl on your face, it’s working.” He clapped Chas on the shoulder.

“So I’m guessing Jax will be available as well as Banger, Hawk, Bear, and Danny?” Throttle took a sip of his drink.

“Pretty sure they’ll be at the club tonight,” Axe said. “It was a bitch riding in the rain.”

The brothers all gave stories about the worst weather they’d ever ridden in, and Jerry half-listened. His ear was tuned in to the parking lot and the hiss of tires on the wet gravel. Soon couldn’t come fast enough for him. He couldn’t wait to wrap Kylie’s small body in his large arms, kiss her deeply as her scent circled around them. He had to stop thinking like that or else he’d have to stay pushed in at the table, hiding the bulge in his jeans.

The squish of wet rubber on damp gravel hit his ears, and his jeans got even tighter as a current of joy zinged up his spine. He wanted to jump up and meet her in the parking lot, give her a big hug and kiss, murmur against her silky hair that he’d missed her and thought of her too much. But Banger’s office faced the parking lot.

Cool air skimmed his back, and he knew she’d entered. He could sense her, smell her,
feel
her. Her soft footsteps padded over to him, and her hand on his shoulder burned away the wind’s chill. She bent down low and breathed in his ear, “Hey.”

Her subtle floral scent made his muscles tighten with desire. Jerry took her hand, squeezing it then letting go. “Hey,” he replied hoarsely.

Kylie dragged a chair next to him and sat down. She smiled at the guys who stared at Jerry. “How’s everyone doing?”

“Good,” said Rags. Jerry didn’t miss the way his eyes ran over her body, and it made his blood boil. He slipped his hand under the table and placed it on her thigh, clutching it lightly.

“What about the rest of you? Oh, Puck, can you please bring me a Coors?”

Puck looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Jerry chuckled. “Do you think you should have a beer with your dad around? I mean, you don’t want to cause any grief for Puck if he serves you and your dad goes fucking ballistic.” Puck’s face relaxed.

“I don’t think my dad would mind, but I don’t want to get anyone in trouble. I’ll just take a Diet Coke, no ice.” She moved her hair behind her shoulder. “How’s Addie been?”

“Good.” Chas rubbed his hand over his face.

“So everyone is just good?” She smiled at the prospect when he set her pop down in front of her. “Thanks, Puck.” He scurried away to the safety of the bar. After she took a sip, she turned to Jerry, her voice soft. “And how have you been?”

“Okay.” His gaze lingered on her mouth, her full lips begging to be kissed or wrapped around his cock. He shifted his eyes upward, locking onto hers, and he sucked in his breath when he saw longing in them. In that moment, it was as if they were the only ones in the room; the physical awareness of each other was that acute. Seeing her, being so close to her, made him crave her like an addict. He’d tasted her mouth, and he couldn’t forget its flavor.