Dice (A Righteous Outlaws Novel #3) (7 page)

W
aking
up with Allison in my arms shouldn’t have felt so right, but it did. Looking down at her, cuddled into my chest, her red hair splayed out on the mattress behind her and the slow, steady rise and fall of her chest had my cock hard in seconds.

I wanted to wake her up with my fingers dragging across her beautiful cunt, but my phone buzzed on the nightstand. Miles name flashed on my screen, and I let out an annoyed breath when I saw the time. A phone call from him at three in the morning was never a good thing.

“What shit did you get yourself into now?” I answered.

Music pumped through the phone, and people yelled and cheered in the background. “Dude, they’re after me,” he said, and tension pulled tight across my shoulders.

“Who is after you?”

“The Feds man. They’re tailing my ass. I don’t know what to do.”

Allison stirred next to me, and pulled her tight little body against my side. I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration. Wherever Miles was, trouble followed. He was my brother and my best friend, but his timing sucked.

I slipped out of the bed and closed the door behind me before heading to the kitchen. “Miles, just get out of there. Don’t do anything stupid. Just go home and you’ll be fine. They have nothing to get you on.”

“No, you’re wrong. They want my ass. They’ll nail me the minute I step out those doors.”

“Where are you?”

“Some place off of Springfield.”

Springfield? I knew every street in Black Hills, and Springfield wasn’t one of them. That’s because he wasn’t in Black Hills. “What the fuck are you doing in Montamos territory? Are you trying to get yourself fucking killed? You’re lucky the Feds are on your fucking ass. It might save you from getting gunned down. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

He had done more than his fair share of stupid shit, but this about took the fucking cake. Hanging out in enemy territory while the threat of war was brewing… If Cash found out, forget Montamos. He would kill Miles himself.

I needed to get him out of there before he did something totally fucking stupid. “What’s the name of the place you’re at?”

“Hang on.” There was a lot of rustling on the other end, and I heard him ask someone where he was.

How the fuck did he not know where the fuck he was? I needed to start handcuffing his ass to his bed at night, to keep fucking tabs on him.

“Casa de, what the fuck did you say?” Miles said, his words slow and slurred.

I’d be lucky if I’d be able to get his ass on his bike, and out of there, without him getting arrested for a DUI.

“Beb what?”

“Bebida.”

“Now, say it together again.”

I rolled my eyes as he spoke to this poor person.

“Casa de Bebida,” he said, with the worst pronunciation I’d ever heard.

“Keep your phone on you. I’ll call you when I get there.”

“Hurry. I don’t know how much longer until they bust in here.”

I hung up the phone, and went back to the bedroom, slipping back into my clothes. My eyes lingered on Allison’s bare back, her creamy skin just begging for me to touch it. Miles fucking owed me.

With one last glance, I slipped out and drove into enemy territory, hoping to God Miles for once listened and stayed put.

The scent of Allison clung to me as I weaved in and out of streets, making my way to Montamos territory. It was three o’clock in the morning, so hopefully most members were passed out drunk or home with their old ladies.

The Feds were a different story. They were a pain in our fucking asses, but to be randomly tailing Miles in the middle of the fucking night? It just didn’t make sense. Unless, like me, they couldn’t figure out what the shithead was doing going into Montamos territory.

The Feds knew the lines and for one of us to cross into the other usually meant trouble or an alliance was being formed. After the Montamos betrayal, and Nick’s death, there would never be an alliance again, which is why I needed to get Miles out of there quick and undetected.

I neared Springfield and slowed down, looking for the Spanish bar he was camping out at. I found it on the opposite side of Springfield on the corner: a standalone building with tacky yellow awnings and fake palm trees out front.

Miles’s bike sat in the back parking lot and I scanned the area for the tail. They must have left because there was no one in fucking sight. I knew how the Feds thought, and I could spot one from a mile away. There wasn’t one to be found.

I pulled over to the side of the road and called Miles. “Get your ass outside. There’s no tail.”

“They’re coming to get me,” he muttered and, suddenly, the realization dawned on me.

The son of a bitch was tweaking and he was tweaking hard. He probably had no fucking idea where he was. I had thought he was done with that shit. Nick was two seconds away from kicking his ass out of the club a few years ago unless he got his shit together. Just because Nick died, it didn’t give him a goddamned invitation to start using again.

“If you don’t get your fucking ass out into this parking lot, I will kill you myself.”

“I don’t want to die, man.”

“Which is why you’re going to listen to me and do exactly what I tell you to. You listening?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m listening.”

“Walk out the side door and go right to your bike. Don’t look at anyone, and sure as hell don’t talk to anyone. You’re going to get on your bike, turn right out of the parking lot, and meet me at the corner. Got that?”

“But they’ll kill me.”

“They’re not going to kill you. I have your back like I always do. I won’t let them. Now, hang up and do what I said.”

“You got my back?”

“Yes, I got your back.” The line went dead and I kept my eyes fixated down the road, waiting for Miles to pull out onto the street and come toward me. I just hoped the bastard was capable of walking out of there without causing a scene and getting on his bike without fucking crashing it.

“Come on, you fucking bastard.”

After what felt like forever, the rev of an engine echoed through the night, and Miles flew out of the parking lot like a fucking lunatic. I waved my hand at him, but he went by in a blur of black and chrome.

“Son of a bitch.” I hopped on my bike and took off after him. My bike hit ninety as I tried to catch up, but he kept pulling on me, dipping in and out of streets. He had a fucking death wish tonight, and I swore to God, when I caught up to him, I was going to crack him across the fucking face.

We made it back to Black Hills in record time, and we did ninety-five down Main Street. Stanson was going to have our asses if he got wind of this. So much for keeping this whole fucking mess under the radar.

Miles whipped into the parking lot of the clubhouse and cut his engine. He hopped off his bike, and took out his gun, pointing it toward me.

I eased the bike to a stop, removed my helmet and held my hands up. “Miles, put the gun down.”

“You’re trying to kill me.”

“No, I’m not. You’re my brother. Brothers don’t kill each other. We protect each other. Now, give me the damn gun.”

“How do I know you’re not one of them?”

Annoyance and frustration burned through me. I should had been having sex right now with a beautiful girl, not talking my best friend down from blowing my fucking brains out. When I left him earlier today, he was fine. A little boozed up, but nothing out of the norm. What the fuck happened between then and now?

“Look at me,” I said to Miles, eyeing the gun in his hands. “You know me. I’m not one of them. I’m one of you. We’re on the same side, fighting for the same damn thing. Now, give me the gun.”

I held my hand out and stepped forward slowly. Miles, shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, looking around the parking lot like his whole world was about to implode.

“Do you hear them?”

“There’s no one there.”

He swung his hand wide and spun to the left. “Die, you bastard!” he screamed and fired his gun.

Fuck! With no choice left, I ran at him, grabbing his wrist with the gun and taking him down to the ground. We hit with a thud, and he struggled against me, refusing to loosen his grip on the gun.

“They’re going to kill me!” he screamed over and over.

Finally, I pinned his hand down, and landed a punch across his face, knocking him out cold. He started snoring, and I knew he’d be okay.

I let out a breath and pushed off of him, taking the gun out of his hands and turning the safety back on.

I slumped onto the ground and rested my head against my knee, catching my breath. This was not how my night was supposed to end, but, when you had a friend like Miles, you had to learn to expect the unexpected.

The gunshot was like an alarm, and I guaranteed someone would be coming here to check it out. If we were lucky, it’d be Stanson, but, with my luck today, it’d be the fucking rookie who didn’t understand the agreement the Outlaws had with the sheriff.

I needed to get Miles’ ass inside and pretend like we were never here. I smacked his face, but all I got in return was another snore. He had a good three inches on me and about twenty pounds. He was like dead fucking weight, making that twenty pounds feel like fifty.

My fingers dug into the leather of his cut, and I yanked him to his feet. He swayed to the side and almost went over, but I managed to keep him upright. Lucky for his dumbass, I could lift double my weight. I threw him over my shoulders and carried him into the clubhouse.

I made the way to his room in the back, kicked the door open and switched the light on. The girl from earlier was naked in the bed with a needle sitting on the nightstand.

“Wake the fuck up!” I yelled, my voice echoing through the room.

The girl jumped up, looking like fucking hell. Black makeup smeared down her cheeks and she glistened with lube, chocolate and feathers stuck to her skin. I didn’t even want to know.

“Get your shit and get out.”

She stumbled to her feet, and fell over when she tried to pull her skirt on. I rolled my eyes, my patience completely fucking gone. I dropped Miles’ heavy ass onto the bed and into the remnants of some kinky sex shit.

“Is he okay?” she asked.

“I don’t know, is he? What the fuck did he take? Did you give it to him?” I jumped toward her, grabbing her by the arm and forcing her to look at me. “Did you?”

“No!” She ripped her arm out of my grip. “I didn’t, asshole.”

“Let me see your eyes.” I grabbed her face and she struggled against my grip. I turned her eyes to me, only to see that she wasn’t lying. I let her go and stepped back. “Don’t tell anybody about this, and if you ever see him with a needle again, you come find me. You got that?”

She nodded, fear shinning bright in her eyes.

“Good. Now, get the fuck out of here.”

She grabbed her bag and the rest of her clothes, and took off. I made sure Miles was on his side in case he had some reaction and started barfing. I didn’t need him choking on his own puke. Then, I went to the bar and poured myself a shot of whiskey. It was going to be a long fucking night.

A cop drove in the parking lot, but I made sure all the lights were off. After a few moments, they took off and I went back to Miles’ room. I took my phone out and brought Allison’s name up on the screen. I left without a word. If she’d woken up already, she would think that I bailed. That I got what I wanted and didn’t care to stick around.

It might have been too late, but I couldn’t let her think that. Even if starting something with her was just asking for a fucking problem, I couldn’t seem to let her go. So, I sent her a text keeping it as vague as possible, and telling her I’d call her when I could.

Movement came from the bed, and I looked up, as Miles sat up and ran a hand through his messy black hair. He looked around, scratching his head and then spotted me. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked.

“That’s a good fucking question. You don’t know? Don’t remember?”

“No fucking clue.”

“Well, let me remind you.” I laced my fingers together, resting my elbows on my knees and leaned forward. “You called me in the middle of the fucking night because you thought you were being followed by the Feds. For some unknown reason, you were in Montamos fucking territory. I left the bed of a naked chick to come get your ass and what do you do? You take off like a fucking lunatic and then shoot at someone who isn’t fucking there. Oh, and did I mention you pointed a gun at me because you thought I was trying to kill you?”

“Sounds like a good fucking night,” he said, sliding to the edge of the bed and lighting up a cigarette.

“What are you on?”

“Nothing. Just drank too much,” he said, blowing a stream of smoke out.

“Really?” I got up from the chair and picked up the needle. “Then, what the fuck is this?”

“It’s not mine. Probably the chick I fucked.”

“Funny since she was here when we got back, and she wasn’t tripping balls like you were. You made an oath that you would stay clear of that shit. Just because Nick’s dead doesn’t mean your word is, too. You need to get your shit together before someone else in the club finds out. You’re lucky it was me tonight.”

“It was a one-time thing. I’m not going to do it again.”

“That’s all I need to hear.”

He rubbed at his eye. “Why the fuck does my face feel like I hit a brick wall?”

“That would be my fist.”

“You hit me, you bastard?”

“It was that or get shot. Your face will heal faster.”

“Good call,” Miles said, putting his cigarette out in an ashtray that was already overflowing. “So, who was the naked chick?”

“Someone I’m keeping you far away from,” I said with a laugh.

“So, we good?”

I nodded and lit up a cigarette. “We’re brothers. We’re always good.”