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Predators MC #2
Jamie Begley
Released May 2nd, 2015
One mistake can change your life
forever.
Casey had spent most of her life
watching the Predators control Queen City, never believing they could be
brought to justice. She was the one who always passed unnoticed as Max’s
stepsister. They underestimated what she was capable of until it was almost too
late. When the Predators discovered they were her prey, there was hell to pay,
and Casey was going to have to pay her dues with her soul.
One mistake can fuck up your life
forever.
Max trusted his stepsister, not
believing for a second she would betray the Predators. She used her body to get
what she wanted, and now Max would use the same wiles on her to trap Casey in
her own web of deceit. The Predators demanded revenge, and Max was going to see
they got what they wanted, even if the price was his soul.
This was one standoff neither was
going to win.
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Excerpt
Max
walked across the parking lot to his bike, where the club members were standing
together, waiting for him.
“Find
out what you wanted to know?” Ice asked, his arm around Grace’s shoulders.
“Fuck,
no.” Max sat down on his bike, frustrated at Casey’s refusal to confide in him.
She was the complete opposite of her mother, who would tell you what color
panties she had on if you asked. With Renee, what you saw was what you got. She
was feisty and spunky, dressing more like a woman half her age than a woman in
her fifties. She had been married three times before she had met and married
his father. Max liked Renee and wished Casey had taken a few traits from her
mother. She hadn’t, though. She was as closed off and snooty as Renee was
friendly and outgoing.
“What
are you going to do?” Jackal asked.
“Ask
Dad and see if he knows what’s going on.”
“Why
does it matter? It’s not like she’s your sister.” Ice climbed on his bike with
Grace getting on behind him.
“Because
Casey is an uptight bitch who watches every dime she spends. If she needs cash,
I’m thinking it’s not for her.”
“Renee?”
Ice spoke his own thought out loud.
“Dunno.”
“Could
be anything,” Jackal broke into the conversation. “She could owe money or have
a habit she’s hiding. She could even be giving it to her boyfriend.”
Max
shook his head. “She doesn’t spend any money on herself. She has five work outfits
that she wears different days of the week. She never goes out. Her ma is always
asking her to go shopping and shit with her, and she never goes. I would know
if she was doing any drugs since we control that shit in town.” Max spoke
faster at Ice’s warning look about watching his words around Grace. “Her
boyfriend is a stockbroker from out east and has more cash than he can spend.”
“How
d’you know she has only five work outfits?” Grace’s curious eyes met his.
“There
isn’t much I don’t notice about women,” Max bragged.
“I
didn’t see you paying much attention to what CeCe was wearing. You asked her if
one dress she was wearing was new twice.”
Max
shrugged. “You still pissed about me and CeCe? She was the one who dumped me,
remember?”
“Because
you didn’t want to make a commitment,” Grace said accusingly.
“I
have to spread the love around,” he joked, winking at Grace, who didn’t smile
back.
“What
you’re spreading is bullshit, not love.”
“You
check the boyfriend out?” Ice broke in, cutting off the budding argument
between Max and his wife.
Max
raised a brow at Ice’s silent warning to drop the subject of CeCe. Grace and
CeCe were best friends, and Ice didn’t want Grace to form hard feelings that
would make it difficult to be around the club members.
“Her
ma asked me to. She thought he was flashing too much money around. He’s Mr.
Clean; couldn’t find crap on him.”
“I
don’t understand why you feel the need to try to interfere in her life. She
obviously doesn’t want you interfering,” Grace remarked.
“She’s
not going to get her wish. Snake!” Max yelled at the biker at the end of the
row of bikes.
The
biker walked toward him with an apprehensive look. “What’s up?”
“I
want you to stay and watch the store until Casey gets off tomorrow morning.”
“Fuck,
no. I’m not getting stuck watching over another one of your women. Let someone
else do it,” Snake argued.
Max’s
eyes narrowed on him. “You telling me no? I’ll rip your fucking head off and
piss down your throat. She’s not my woman; she’s my stepsister, and I want her
watched,” he bellowed.
“Shit,
if you put it that way, I’ll stay. It’s not like I have a fucking choice, is
it?” Snake said snidely.
“No;
if I tell you to shoot yourself in the foot, you’ll do what you’re told until
you’re patched!”
“I’ll
do it, but if she gives me the same trouble Grace did, I’m packing up and going
back home. If I’m going to be bored, I can go home and bale hay for my dad,” he
complained.
Ice
and Jackal watched as Max took a step forward and punched Snake in the mouth. Blood
poured from his split lip.
“Shut
the fuck up, your whining like one of my bitch’s.”
Grace
gasped, staring at him with a shocked expression. “I thought you were the nice
one in the group.”
“I
am,” Max said, opening his beer and taking a long drink.
Grace
stared at him dubiously. “Did you not just hear yourself threatening to rip his
head off and piss down his throat?”
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