Reign (Riders of Apollo #1)

Chapter 16: Roman Hayes

Kill me now.

"I was admiring your beauty, can't fault me for that." She pulls me into a searing kiss before bouncing down the stairs, I assume readying to go to the clubhouse.

I slide my jeans back on along with my shirt and cut, lacing my boots and passing a hand through my hair seconds later. I follow on behind Peyton and find her in the kitchen, sat on the table and tying her shoes up. I head over to her and tie them for her, leaving a kiss on each ankle before slipping her off the table and onto the floor.

"What a gentleman." She straightens my cut with a sly smile on her face. She knows exactly what she does to me since it's pressed against her stomach and fighting against my zipper. "Let's go."

The ride there is even more agonising now that I've had a taste for her, knowing that she'd probably allow me to pull over now and fuck her on the back of this bike does not help.

We pull up and she sprints inside, probably to gossip with Lexie about everything that's happened while I spark up a cigarette and lean against my bike. I need to calm down or I will do something I won't regret but will likely get in trouble for... Like fucking my woman on the bar, or on the table in Church or on the pool table.

I bring my thoughts back down to Earth and try and concentrate on the HR gang trying to bring us down, the anger killing my erection and calming my libido... for now. Once I've finished my cigarette I've got a good enough handle on it to head into Church, I wink at Peyton who smiles back before I take my seat at the table.

"Right this HR threat has not backed down. Slasher just reported that one of their runs got hit, two men down with bullet wounds and twenty AKs have be stolen, we need to know where they're storing those, take everything we can and burn it to the ground."

"Why are we risking our lives for them?" Romeo - our tech guy that we grabbed after he hacked into NSA and CIA satellites as a day time hobby - speaks out. Even though he spends most of time behind a computer, he is stacked and decorated with colourful tattoos which alone make him intimidating. The scar on his face that stretches from his left eyebrow to the corner of his lip enhances the danger vibe. We don't tell anyone that he did that when he was chasing tail while drunk as hell and cut himself with his own beer bottle that he broke two seconds prior. That's why we call him Romeo. He was patched six years ago when he was only fifteen. He's our youngest patch member but has to be one of the most intelligent. "They've killed three of our men before."

"We've killed more of theirs than they've ever got their hands on." Gears replies, puffing on his cigar that is definitely a Cuban. He refuses to smoke anything else, not even standard cigarettes.

"Is there alliance really worth it? Can't we just kill everyone and get over it?" Blade, the newest patched member (other than Forger), suggests with a shrug. I don't trust him, he's always so laissez-faire about death and doesn't exactly give much in terms of help. The only reason he got patched in is because his father used to be one of us and he likes to think he's the hardest of us all. Really he is the runt, he has too much hair and wouldn't weigh 100 pounds when soaking wet. He has no tattoos besides the club tattoo and can hardly even hold a gun. I voted against letting him get patched but was outvoted. 

Fucker wants my woman too.

"No, they're Peyton's biological family." Bear spits back, I know he doesn't really like Blade and doesn't like the fact he was pushed to patch him so he still gives him the grunt work that prospects are supposed to do.

"Does that mean we're entering a pact with them, boss?" Runner speaks next, his voice has a certain lilt to it with his Spanish accent and it calms a lot of nerves. He's probably the calmest of us all, most likely to think things through before he loses his temper so he is often the voice of reason. Puts us all to shame when it comes to guns as well, I swear that guy can shoot a bullseye with his eyes closed - I've seen it firsthand.

"We're in peace talks right now, with Peyton onside I'm sure we'll have a pact by the end of this week."

"Why did you ask me to bring her by the way?" I chip in for the first time and they all look at me. There are only eight people sat at this table right now, all considered family, brothers. A few more members are on runs or protection duty, the club as a whole has about thirty members. 

Fifteen are out on runs and three are honorary members that don't work here but are called in like Doc and the guy who does our tattoos, the rest are somewhere here or in their own houses. The only people called to this meeting are the high ranking ones, Blade's only here because he was in the room when others were called for.

"Ah yes." He swings the door open and calls for Peyton. I see the excited look in their eyes and grip the handles of my chair.

Fuck.