Stand Off Read Online Jamie Begley (Predators MC, #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Predators MC Series by Jamie Begley
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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
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“Well, that explains a lot.”

The door to the strip club opened, and a large man entered the club wearing jeans and a leather jacket with a patch of a rival biker club that was trying to encroach on the Predators’ territory.

The dark-skinned man wore his hair braided away from his face to lie against the back of his neck. His sharp features bothered Max. No brother in a biker club should have a face that didn’t bear the look of having been busted up a few times.

He didn’t look at Max or Jackal as he made his way toward the stairs across the bar, going up the steps and keying in the code to the private room above.

Max and Jackal both rose slowly, making their way across the same path and going up the steps, keying in the same code. They entered the room to find the man they had followed already sitting at a table, being taken care of by one of the women working the VIP room.

They sat down at the booth with him.

“Why are you so late?” Jackal questioned.

“Couldn’t get away from X. He gets more paranoid every day.”

“He should. Challenging the Predators for territory isn’t smart if your brothers want to keep breathing.”

KC flashed them a smile. “You’ve got to be kidding me. When are any of the Bandits ever going to be considered smart? Fuck, they couldn’t tie their bootlaces if they had to. Tell Ice he can take them down anytime he wants. I want to come home.”

Jackal’s mouth twitched into a sinister smile. “You sure? If we battle them, I don’t want any surprises just because you’re tired of riding with them.”

KC leaned forward in the booth. “Those wannabes are as lame as you can get. Most of them can barely ride, much less know how to fight. I can’t figure it out. Why are they challenging the Predators when they won’t stand a chance? Thankfully, it’s not my job to figure it out; it’s yours.” KC gave them a pleading glance. “If I have to stay there another six months, I’m going to lose it. Their club whores couldn’t suck a dick if they had to. If I didn’t have this club, my dick would never have any relief.”

“The bitches aren’t fucking the brothers?” Jackal asked sharply.

“If they are, they’re leaving me out. Think it’s because I’m black?” KC joked.

“No,” Jackal stated as they both stared at the handsome man who had all their club bitches begging for his attention.

“Then what do you think’s going on?” KC asked.

“I’m thinking the Predators are getting set up to make a move. The cops are still upset we walked away from those prison sentences, and one of their own ended up behind bars.” They remained silent as drinks were placed in front of them. Jackal waved the attractive waitress away then continued, “I need you to try to search a couple of their rooms.”

KC shook his head. “You trying to get me killed?”

“I’m trying to keep that from happening to all of us. If any of them are undercover cops, they’ll have something hidden somewhere to identify them. Find it. Take a few pictures of anyone new hanging around the club. Maybe a couple of our informants can identify them.”

Max felt bad for the brother who was younger and less experienced than most of the other Predators. What Jackal asked was dangerous, and if he was caught, he would be without back-up.

“All right.” KC lifted his drink toward Jackal. “If anything happens to me, make sure they fix my pretty face before they bury me.”

“Fuck, you’re too pretty, anyway. Women prefer men who look like they’ve been in a fight or two.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll take your word for that,” KC said, staring back into Jackal’s face at the scar that ran down one side of his face to the side of his lips. “But I would prefer to keep mine the way it is.”

Max slapped him on the back, nearly knocking the whiskey out of his hand. “I don’t blame you. I like my pretty face, too.”

Max and Jackal hung around a while longer before leaving and going back to the clubhouse. He was tired after watching Casey from the parking lot across the street and wanted nothing more than to get back to a normal schedule of sleeping and partying again. He would pick one of the club whores for the night and go to bed. He even planned to sleep late and take whichever lucky bitch he had picked out to breakfast as thanks for taking the pounding he was prepared to give them. He hadn’t sunk his dick in a pussy in two weeks and was determined to give his aching dick the relief it needed.

His plan came to an abrupt end when he walked into the Predator clubroom and saw Casey snuggled up against Stump.



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