The Lone Wolf (3)

Buck “Steel” Knight POV

“I said one grand,” Prez grinned when I got back into the shop after having helped Miss Cooper with her bike. You could see by the look in her eyes that – despite the motorcycle being a bucket of bolts – she loved that old thing with all of her heart.

We were just about ready to close down for today, so there hadn’t been much else to do than to offload it and help her put it down somewhere where she’d be able to work on it without disturbing any of the other work and repairs going on around here.

She’d said her goodbyes and "see you tomorrow", and by the way, she’d drawn it out, I think--- I hoped it was because she wanted to spend time with me. Despite my big, bulky appearance and scowling features, I was actually really shy and didn’t flirt much with women. Actually, the fairer sex had me more often in a choke hold than any of our rival MCs had. And considering they liked picking fights with me, that’s saying some…

“Who’s going to pitch in for the other half?” Prez continued to tease me. He already knew why I did it, he just wanted to hear me say it. I think he liked seeing his brothers stumble over our feet regarding women, considering he’d sworn them off since his divorce from Halley.

Talk about snakes in Eden!

“Take it off my pay, Prez,” I mumbled, hoping no one else heard. I’d never see the end of it if any of my brothers heard…

Although I officially owned the metal shop, Prez was the one running it. And I was glad about that. I’d never been the brightest kid in school, having to battle dyslexia all my life, and I dropped out, trading high school for the Navy. I did one tour and was halfway through my second when I got word that my dad had gotten sick. That’s when I got back home. Mom had to work two different jobs as I took over running the shop, but I knew things weren’t going well.

That’s when I met Prez and the Wolf Riders MC!

They were on the run from their own Enforcers and the president at the time, having failed a coup. The president was forcing their patched members and prospects to do the drugs they were supposed to deal, only allowing them their fix once the drop was done. Even going as far as overdosing on a couple of them, and the women inside the club. Men who didn’t get their fix got aggressive, and on more than one occasion, the fight ended with someone dead on the floor.

And their president enjoyed it!

Prez – Snake at the time! – and a few others had had enough and tried to take over, but failed. I gave them a place to hide and get rid of the enforcers.

But things didn’t go as planned.

Someone drew a weapon on me and fired. I guess it must have hit a wrench or some type of metal because the bullet bounced right off me. And that was when the fighting really started. I disarmed and killed the man faster than they could blink. And that’s when Prez and the others saw a chance and took it, killing the others and managing to take over the club.

They offered me a place in their ranks, and seeing that I was a decent fighter, the role of enforcer came naturally. The money the club had needed some dry-cleaning, and again, I offered the shop as a place of operation. After that, they all started working with me, and things started to look up, for the shop as well as the club. I started to call Prez--- well, Prez and everyone else followed suit…

“That’s your type, Steel?” he asked, just as Miss Cooper’s beat-up pickup coughed its way out of the parking lot. Shit, I probably needed to do something about that too, if I wanted her safe on the road…

“She’s different,” I confessed, smiling a little when I remembered how she’d hugged me earlier. Sure, I was built like a tank, but that’s not what had resulted in my tag name. After getting shot at close range, and the bullet just bouncing off, the men were convinced that I must be made of steel. It wasn’t until they saw me bleed that I finally convinced them that kryptonite wasn’t my weakness…

“I know,” Prez grinned, clearly having way too much fun at my expense. “And judging by the number of boners her perky little ass got, I’d claim her fast if I were you.” He laughed. “Hell, if I hadn’t sworn off women, I’d claim that sass for myself! Did you see the way she put Jones on his ass? HA! Priceless!”

Yeah, that had definitely made my day as well. Sheriff Jones was the arrogant, spoiled brat who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and since his daddy was the major, he got away with all kinds of shit! No one really liked him, and hell, if someone had to report a crime, it was more likely they called the Wolf Riders than the police…

“Perhaps we could hire her?” I offered, seeing that she apparently knew a little bit about being a lawyer. And Prez desperately needed one right now… “She said she was a lawyer, and you could use one.”

“I need a bloody miracle, not cleavage on legs,” Prez scoffed and rolled his eyes. OK, so he didn’t buy that she was a very experienced lawyer, I got that. Hell, even I’d been surprised when she said that! She didn’t look a day older than 20! How could she be a lawyer?! Didn’t that shit take like 10 years or something? Which meant that she was probably older than me, and I was 32…

Not that that made me any less interested! She was smoking hot, and if she were a cougar, I’d happily purr for her! Fiery red hair, a narrow waist, and legs for days!

Meow!

Her eyes were a beautiful moss-green, almost as green as my own, and when she smiled, her whole entire face lit up, making her look like an angel!

The horns were only there to keep the glory straight!

“That’s the tightest ass I’ve ever seen!” Knives, the club’s VP and a self-proclaimed ladies' man, suddenly jumped into the conversation. “Did she---?”

“Sorry, Knives,” Prez cut in before ice managed to settle in my stomach. “Steel called dips.”

Knives whined, but there was nothing he could do. And I was glad. Whereas I was all slip’n’slide with women, Knives was the kind of smooth who could make a nun strip down for him. So, yeah, I was glad Prez spoke up for me. I never wanted a woman to come between brothers, but I think I wanted to make an exception with Miss Cooper. Who knew? She could turn out to be just like all the other club whores we had back at the clubhouse…

Or---

“Fuck,” Knives grunted and gave me a lopsided smile. “How do you feel about sharing?”

“No,” I replied courtly, and stood, heading back to work. Knives and Bunny, an aspiring prospect, sometimes shared their females. They claimed it was the best sex they could get, but I didn’t get it. Bunny was a tech-wiz and worked from the clubhouse, doing everything that needed to be done, from installing security to hacking said security. He was our intel guy, and I knew that all I had to do was call him up, and 30 minutes from now, I’d know what Miss Cooper ate for lunch. But I wanted to get to know her without cutting any corners. Like what they did in the good old days, by talking to each other…

Now---

I only needed to gather the courage to go up and talk to her…!