He stands up and reaches for his shirt. I’m secretly hoping he doesn’t put it back on.

“All done,” he says. “You’re ready to go.”

“Great!” I clasp my hands together. “Thank you. You’re a lifesaver, Sam.”

I’m expecting him to ask for my cell phone number any second now. Instead he walks to his bike and straps on a helmet.

“I’ll follow you into town,” he says. “If you have time, swing by and see me sometime. I own a tattoo shop on the main street in Bardsville. You can’t miss it. The Inked Dragon.”

Okay.

Not exactly the outcome I was hoping for, but I can work with it. At least he gave me an opening that I can use.

“Sure,” I reply. “I’ll drop by one day while I’m in town.”

I slide behind the wheel and start the engine. After adjusting my rearview mirror, I catch a glimpse of Sam pulling out onto the road behind me.

I reach for my cell phone in the console and hit the send button on a saved text.

Operation Thunderclap is a go.

Chapter Three

Sam

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I drive into the lot of the Steel Infidel’s clubhouse and park my bike alongside the others. Toby, the newest patch member of the motorcycle club and my best friend from high school, pulls up right behind me.

“What’s up, Toby?” I call out as I unbuckle my helmet.

“Nothing much,” he replies. “What’s going on? Jesse called me an hour ago and said we were having an emergency meeting.”

“Beats me. I’ve been at the shop all day and haven’t had a chance to talk to him. Maybe he decided to vote you out of the MC.”

A worried look crosses Toby’s face, so I punch his shoulder hard.

“I’m kidding, man! You’re my best bud. No way in hell is that going to happen. The MC is thrilled to have you back.”

Toby has spent the past few years serving as a Marine in the Middle East. He usually doesn’t say much about his time there unless he’s rip-roaring drunk. The tales he told me were horrific enough to give me nightmares. I can’t imagine what they must do to him.

He’s trying like hell to work through some issues he brought back and get his shit together. A few months ago, the MC brought him in as a patch member. Any day now, we’ll make him a full member of the MC. He doesn’t know, which means I can still tease him a while longer.

We step inside the dark clubhouse where we are immediately greeted by Laura, one of the regular Sweet Butts and my favorite go-to girl for a casual fuck. She flips her long blonde hair over her shoulder and leans into me with her soft tits.