Chapter 4
Jett Maverick
I love the feel of freedom on my bike and the engine purring like the well-oiled machine that it is. Why the hell does my stepsister have to be so damn good looking? And when did she acquire all those curves? They’re enough to bring a saint to his knees.
Fuck me, the woman has amazing tits and I shouldn’t even be thinking about Kitty like that. She is, I harshly remind myself also the enemy. Our motorcycle clubs do not get on. There is a war brewing and we are fighting for our turf.
Our step-sibling relationship is a thorn in my side and of course, she is her mother’s darling. Not to mention that my father treats her like his own. Fucking complicated. Why the hell did Kitty even have to come back to California?
What is the real reason she is here? She can’t fool me with her I am on vacation bullshit. There is more to it than meets the eye.
Pulling in at a diner on the route I am on, I bring my bike to a stop in front of the single story, red brick building with a neon sign on it, saying Luna’s diner. It’s a dive but they serve the best coffee and pastries this side of town.
Before I go in, I pull my mobile from my leather jacket and hit number one on my contacts to one of my gang members, Jackson. Aka, The Enforcer. He’s built a brick shit house. The man has muscles on his muscles.
The call picks up in a few rings.
“What’s up, Mav?” he says.
“The Russian’s here. Keep an eye out. Something doesn’t smell right,” I tell him as I watch an old guy get out of his truck. He slams the door and slowly walks to the front steps of Luna’s diner.
“Huh, what was that?” he asks.
“I said, The Russian is here, we gotta keep an eye out. Something’s not right. She rang a few days ago to say she was coming for a vacation. My step-sister never comes for a vacation. Fuck, the last time I laid eyes on her was the wedding and that was a few years ago.”
“Right, I’ll put feelers out and see what the deal is with the Black Vultures. So, what does she look like? Good?”
Man, what the fuck is he on? “Cut that shit out, Dude, she is my step-sister. Who gives a fuck what the hell she looks like.” Asshole! He deserves a punch in the gut for a comment like that.
As it is, my step-sister happens to be beautiful with those aquamarine eyes of hers that are taunting me and I’m not even near her. They way her dark lashes surround them and don’t even get me started on her lips. Full and pouty. An image of her sucking me off makes my pants go tight. Jeez-us. The sooner the Russian goes back to where she came from the better.
“Where you at?” Jackson asks me, it sounds as if he is eating.
“Luna’s diner. I’ll be with you guys soon. Round everyone up, we need a meeting. Stat.”
“You got it. Hey, can you bring me a slice of her custard pie when you’re done?”
I let out a sigh. “What the hell am I? The new delivery boy?”
“Aw, c’mon Man. Don’t be a douchebag. Just bring it.”
“See you in thirty,” I tell him and press end on the call. Fucking custard pie. What the hell?
Inside, there are only a few people at the benches and at the counter. Nobody bothers turning around to take a look. I take a seat at one of the bench seats and wait for one of the servers to come and take my order.
Scrolling through my mobile, I can’t help myself. I have to check out Kitty’s Instagram page. Maybe there is something on there to tell me why the hell she is in town.
There’s nothing much. A lot of pictures of her and her bike. Apparently, she did some big road trip a few months ago. Then I scroll further and see some bikini shots.
Hell’s fire. That woman has got one hot body on her. My temperature is rising and my heart is beating way too fast as I take in the dip of her waist leading to her hips and those long legs, muscled and toned.
Stop right now dude. That is your step-sister and your fucking enemy!
“Hey, honey what can I get you?” A young woman asks as she stands at my table wearing a cream dress uniform with white collars and short sleeves, capped with a white band around them. She’s pretty, on another day I’d have tried my luck.
Right now, however, my mind is full of all kinds of bad thoughts about my step-sister and how I could wreck that body of hers.
“Coffee, apple pie please and a slice of custard pie to go.”
She writes everything down. “Will that be everything today?” Her smile is cute. But not cute enough for me to do anything about. Besides, I have business to attend to with my guys.
I need to stay focused. “Oh, she sure is pretty,” the waitress says as she sees my mobile on the table with the pictures of Kitty still open on her Insta page.
“That your girlfriend? She’s one lucky lady,” she tells me.
“What? Er no. Not my girlfriend. Just someone I know.” She nods and licks her lips.
“I’ll be right back and here,” she slips me a piece of paper. “This is my number if you ever want to go and hang out one evening. I’m Cindy by the way.”
Fuck me, is she propositioning a hook up this early in the morning?
“Cool, thanks Cindy.” I take the slip of paper which I already know will go in the trash can outside. Don’t get me wrong, I do love the ladies, especially a couple of them bouncing up and down on me. However, seeing Kitty in those images may just be ruining my appetite for other women.
I could throttle Kitty!
Then I remind myself starkly that Kitty is part of the enemy MC.
She’s gonna get someone killed – maybe me!