Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(133)

Blaze opened his mouth to give me more hell, but nothing came out. He closed it, his lips twitching angrily, drumming his fingers on the table.

“This is the kinda shit that needs to go up for a vote,” he said quietly. “You're not a voting member, Brass. Kindly get the f*ck out. I need all the brothers here so we can make our decision.”

“You mean I'm free to walk?”

“Wherever you won't trip on our club.” He looked past me. “Let's recess, bros. I'll tell Sting and Moose to bring this f*cker's girls back around. They can hang out in the bar with him while we make our decision.”

Blaze looked at me, and I nodded, exiting the room before his gavel clapped the wood. I headed for the bar to see my sis, wondering if it was really possible we'd just come to some kinda f*cked up understanding.

Missy ran to me when they got in. Jackie followed cautiously behind her, taking a seat at the bar.

I dropped the strong man act in my rival's lair just long enough to grab my girl's ass and press her to me. Fuck, her lips tasted good.

There'd been too much drama and too much Jackie around to f*ck her like I wanted. Christ, after this vote, I needed to get in her again. Every second my cock wasn't buried in her * was a shitty one.

“Did they treat you right?” I asked, shifting my eyes on the two man escort strolling toward the meeting room.

“They were great!” Jackie chimed in before her big sis could answer.

“Yeah.” Missy smiled. “Jackie got a kick out of Moose talking like a pirate. He's the one with the –“

“Eye patch,” I finished for her. “I know.”

I hadn't heard how their Treasurer even lost his f*cking eye, but it must've been recent. Still, hearing the good news put me a little bit at ease. The Prairie Pussies were *s, but I wasn't worried they'd steal my women and cut their throats. It was nice to relax, if only a little bit.

“Who's this?” Saffron said, heading for the table with a pitcher of beer like I asked.

Missy looked at my sister, and I had a weird flashback to me and Blaze sizing each other up. My girl spoke first, studying Shelly's old lady jacket. It had a big PROPERTY OF BLAZE on the back, standard for claimed women in most clubs.

“I'm Missy Thomas, and this is my sister, Jackie. I'm Brass' old lady, and proud of it.” She stuck out a hand.

“Brass? Holy shit!” Shelly looked at me for a long time before I finally took the pitcher outta her hands and she took my girl's palm, giving it a shake.

Jackie laughed.

Fuck.

Wasn't sure what was worse: waiting to see if the Devils behind the wall voted to save our asses, or trying to explain to my little sis that I finally had something in my life worth living for.





IX: Heart on the Line (Missy)


I had to look close at Shelly Reagan to see the family resemblance. Her eyes were much brighter, and she didn't have that darkness swirling around her like Brass, the same sweet intensity I wanted to tame.

As soon as I said I was his old lady, there was a minute of stunned silence. Then the woman laughed, threw herself at me, and tucked her arms around me in a big, brutal, almost possessive hug. Okay, maybe they had something in common after all.

“Damn it, Jordan. Brass.” Shelly – Saffron? – pulled away and stuck her tongue out. “You blather on about being away and all this club intrigue, but don't even tell your own sis you've finally found a girl?”

I watched her do something I thought I'd never see. Saffron reached up and shoved her fingers through his short dark hair, the hair that felt amazing underneath my fingertips. Of course, Brass didn't wait more than a second before he pulled away – something he never would've done with me.

“Whatever,” he grunted. “You know there's been some serious shit going on. My mind's been in strange places.”

We shared a look. The stern mask on his face broke in a thin smile, and then he grabbed my hand and clutched it to his chest.

“You heard the lady right, sis. This is my old lady, and that's never gonna change no matter what your hubby decides in there.” He gestured his head toward the closed meeting room. “I'm gonna f*ck up the men who've wrecked my club one way or another. Then I'm gonna give these two everything they seriously deserve.”

The hair ruffling fingers must've been infectious. He leaned past me, tossing Jackie's hair, much to my little sister's surprise.

“And where are you staying here in Missoula?” Saffron asked, giving me a good look.

“The Bison. The guys said it'd be the safest place.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Come on. We can do better than that. I'll talk to Blaze and see if you can stay at the new lake house we're renting.”

“Lake house?” Brass raised an eyebrow. “Fuck me sideways, sis. You've really come a long way in the world after growing up in shitty apartments. Whatever. Long as f*cking Blaze is treating you right...”

She smiled. “He is. And you've come a long way too...”

I was about to grab his arm, press it between my breasts, a desperate little preview of all the ways I wanted to show him just how far he'd come. But the door to the meeting room swung open, and all the angry looking Devils came filing out.