Rift’s POV

It was Sunday morning and the brothers had all gathered for the run. Prospects would be left behind to take care of business and the club. The women who rode with us were either side to side with their old men and the ones that didn’t have an old lady, had club whores sitting on their laps. Well, most of them anyway. For some fucking reason, I wasn’t one of them today. Nope. The one woman I had on my mind since fucking yesterday would never ride with me, for any goddamned reason.

I hadn’t made her talk to me, I knew I shouldn’t push it but my patience was running very thin. And I saw it in her eyes, she was planning something she shouldn’t, but for now I said nothing.
“You okay?” Knight, the road captain asked. Mellissa, one of the sweet buds on his side, clinging to him like a leech. “I’m good.” I grumbled, but in all truth, I wasn’t. He looked at me and sighed knowingly, patting me on the shoulder before walking to the front of the line up of bikes to take his place as RC.

“Where are you going?” I asked after a moment, noticing another sweet but walking to the line up. “I’m with Buzzer.” she smiled and winked at me as I shook my head and raised an eyebrow at Buzzer, who just shrugged his shoulders with a smirk. “Fucker.” Shadow murmured next to me and I grinned at him. “What? You wanted that piece for yourself?” I teased and he trembled in disgust. “No man, thanks, I’d rather become a monk than getting whatever that pussy has.” he shook his head as I laughed at his twisted expression. “You’re just jealous.” Buzzer roared from two bikes in front of us and I raised a brow. “Right.” I smirked and looked at Katarina, who was talking to Crown. He was the manager of the law firm with Micah as they run it together.

I looked over at Knight, Katarina’s fucking brother, who was glaring daggers at Crown, clearly not liking the way she smiled at him. Or the way he smirked back at her. Fuck me, this was not good.

“I feel shit coming our way.” I heard once again beside me. Zoe, the younger of the Knight’s sisters, had a palm on my shoulder and a smirk painted her rosy lips as she looked at her sister with the older man. “Crown’s gonna get it.” Zoe continued and giggled like the vixen she was. “You’re fucking wicked.” I informed her and she smiled down at me. “At least it’s not me making trouble this time.” she mused and I scoffed. “Let’s see how long that lasts.”

“Who’s that?” she asked as she lifted her chin towards the porch of the clubhouse. Shit. Marina was looking at the two of us with a raised brow and crossed arms.

Dalton was by her side nursing on a beer and after a moment he leaned in, whispering something in her ear. “So?” I was startled as Zoe asked once again, “She is one of the women I brought here.” I said and Zoe hummed in realisation, but didn’t stop staring at me with a wide grin. Fuck me...

“Why is Dalton hugging her waist?” she asked and my eyes snapped their way, a wide smile now in Zoe’s lips. Nodding to herself, she got out of my face and walked towards her sister, who was now talking with Nova and Cecilia. “Another fucking day in this shit of a paradise.” Spade laughed and winked at me as he passed me and joined Marina with Dalton, who was now focusing only on her.

Shaking my head, I planted my ass on my Harley and crossed my arms, waiting for the run to fucking start. “Why is Dalton flirting with Marina?” Chase asked me, rubbing it in my face apparently, without him even wanting to. “I don’t fucking know. You’re the one who works with them, not me.” I barked and he raised his palms up in surrender and laughed, at me probably. “Anyone seen prez?” I asked, he was missing and we couldn’t start without him. Chase shook his head negatively and I sighed. Fucking great.

“He is talking with Monroe.” Sion said and sighed, “More like talking to himself, the bitch isn’t even blinking at him, straight up ignoring him.” Royal grinned and tilted his head in indignation to a very pissed off prez and a very pleased with herself Anna Monroe. Holy shit. “Shit’s getting serious.” Sion continued and shook his head, “Either way I got another woman to make money for me.” wait what? “The fuck?” Royal asked the same thing that was on my mind. “Anna wanted to work for me, I own a strip club, remember?” Sion said with a raised brow. “Fuck me.” I groaned.

That’s why Satan was fuming as he talked with Rebel, pointing right at Sion. “Agreeing with her is going to bring problems, brother.” I warned but Sion just shrugged. The fucker didn’t give a shit about anything.

“Prez’s angry.” Royal added after Sion went to his own bike and started talking with Anna, who was nodding her head at him. Shit… “Should I try and ask her if she wants to work for me instead?” Royal asked me and I shook my head, “Work as what? You own a club joint, not a goddamned company.” I reminded him and he laughed, “The best club joint in the area brother.” he said and I nodded, smirking now.

“Get in line!” Knight yelled from the top of the line up and more people came up to their own bikes.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Marina place a palm on Dalton’s shoulder and slide a foot over his bike. “Fuck!” I growled lowly as I narrowed my eyes on them. No, fucking, way! “Calm the fuck down.” Ren warned from next to me as he also got on his bike. This shit isn’t going to end good, Marina, I promise you that.