Well, ain’t she prim and proper.

“Jinx Kay.” I read her name and decide I already like her.

Unique. She was an assistant for five years. Hell, she barely looks twenty-one. She even has a copy of her driver’s license already attached. Twenty-nine. Now why the hell can’t I have that kind of skin?

“If I called your old employer, what kind of reference do you think they would give me?”

Her face lifts into a brilliant smile. “A good one. I would still be there if they didn’t have to let employees go due to budget cuts.”

Seems honest. I’m over interviews so I hope she passes my next couple of questions.

“Do bikers scare you?”

Her blue eyes widen. “Umm… I don’t honestly know. Never been around any.”

Interesting. Lives in Jamaica, but has never been around bikers?

“I can tell you right now, if you can’t handle bikers, you won’t make it here.”

Jinx shifts with a nervousness to her movements. “Guess I won’t know until I am around them?” she replies with more of a question than an answer, but it works for me.

“I assume naked women don’t make you nervous.” It should be obvious. After all, she’s applying for a job at a strip club.

“We all have the same bits.” She smiles.

I love her already.

“How do you get along with other females?”

Seems as if it is a stupid question, but Storm, Winter, Tea, and I are very close. If she is going to be assisting two of us, she has to be able to get along with women.

“Catty women, no. Strong, independent women, yes.”

I almost want to squeal out loud. I will never do interviews again, but Jinx makes it almost worth the hassle today.

“Are you able to pass a drug test?”

She laughs while nodding her head yes.

“Your take on drinking?”

She bites her lip and appears nervous again.

“Answer honestly.”

She picks up my red marker and taps it against the table. “You live once. I work hard, and when I let loose, I like to drink a little. I’m not an alcoholic.” She gasps. “Oh god, did I screw up my chances?”

Is she kidding me? “You’re hired!” Piper, chill out. A little too enthusiastic.

“Seriously?”

I nod my head and pass over the employee handbook and forms Winter told me she had to fill out. Screw being a manager. It sucks balls.

“The owner, Winter Breaker—yes, I know her name is weird as shit—is on bed rest. Storm, the bar manager, will be out of town for the next week or two, so you’re stuck with me until then. They’re crazy for wanting me to start training you, but we’re out of options here.”

Jinx sets my marker down, nods at my pen, and I push it over to her. “You don’t seem so bad,” she says while she clicks the pen. “I peg you for a free spirit.”

Where did this lady come from? “You peg me right.” I smile.

My phone dings with a message. Jinx is busy reading and filling out paperwork, so I dig it out and read a text from Sniper.

Snipe – Where r u?

Good grief. I text back my response.

Me – At Sated, hiring. Where are you?

He will be pissed with my question.

Snipe – Piper, fuckin stop it! I’m tellin Frank to watch ur ass. Club business, c u tonight.

My good mood has evaporated into thin air. Bastard ass.

“Jinx, you’re in for the ride of a lifetime,” I say as I put my phone back away.

She lifts her head to peer at me. “What do you mean?”

I motion for Frank, and he does not hesitate to walk over. “You see his leather cut?”

Frank is prospecting for the club. If you ask me, he is one of the lucky ones. He has been on doorman and bodyguard duty for a few weeks. He has not had to clean toilets or anything of that nature lately.

Jinx trails her eyes up Frank’s massive physique, and I nod for him to go back to the door.

“Breakneck MC, huh. I’ve seen them around town.”

I snort. She has seen them around town? “They own this town, hunny. Shit can get messy around here. I sure hope you can handle large, sexy, badass men and a shit load of drama.”

I’d rather her be aware now before it is too late, and I am stuck doing stupid interviews again.

“I can handle it,” she replies as she peers back down to the pile of paperwork.

We will see.

***

Chapter Six

Sniper

Riding up to Petra’s place with the atmosphere so thick with tension is a strange feeling. Petra may have been in the drug cartel business, but we earned his trust, got familiar with this place, and now that is long gone and we’re about to stroll in blind.

As we turn off our bikes, I say glued to my brother’s side. I am not only his blood brother, but I am his sergeant-at-arms. It is my job to protect him, and him alone when in these situations.

Pyro, Smokey, and Rap flank us. The older brothers stayed behind to watch the club. With fuckers running amok trying to take over businesses, we don’t need to get robbed by leaving our clubhouse with no protection. We don’t have a shit load of drugs around the club, but we have the largest stock of guns in the area. We lose those, we lose everything. It would take a very long time to rebuild our supply.

These Mexican cartel members are some big ass dudes. Almost as big as the Russian mafia we’ve had to deal with in the past. But even though they think they are intimidating, they are wrong. Their size and machine guns mean jack shit to me and my brothers. Not one of these motherfuckers has the skill that I have. I could have stayed back and picked these motherfuckers off in one minute, and we would control everything. Now that the thought is in my head, I wish we were back at Church around the table where I could present my idea.