CRASH: An Evil Dead MC Story (The Outlaw Series) by Nicole James

with her. Little kitten’s got
some claws, don’t she?” He looked back to Shannon. “Sorry, darlin’. I’m really
not such a bad guy.”
    “Yeah,
you’re a real sweetheart,” Wolf supplied. “In your own special psychotic way.”
    Dog,
ever the peacemaker, asked, “How good’s your coffee, darlin’?”
    “My
what?” she asked, looking at him, a little dazed by the switch in conversation.
    “Coffee.
Make us some.”
    Crash
watched as her gaze moved from Dog to him. He could tell she wasn’t sure how to
take them. He smiled at her and nodded toward the coffeemaker. “We’ll be up on
the roof, these guys want a smoke. Bring it up when it’s ready.” He loved putting
her in her place in front of his brothers. High time the little rich girl
earned her way. He made to move past her as she turned to look at the
coffeemaker.
    “Where
do you put the thingy?” she asked him frowning at the machine.
    “The
what?”
    “I
only have the coffeemaker where you drop in the little cup thingy, press a
button, and voila! Coffee.”
    “Voila!
Coffee?” he repeated. The guys burst into laughter behind him. “This ain’t that
kind, babe.” He looked at the blank expression on her face. “You seriously
don’t know how to make coffee?”
    She
shook her head.
    “Do
you even drink it?” he asked.
    “I
drink it,” she insisted. “I’d kill for a cappuccino or a half-caff skinny
vanilla latte right now.”
    “A
what?” he frowned, laughing. Shaking his head, he replied, “Don’t know what the
fuck you just said, but I drink my coffee black, baby.” Stepping behind her he
ran through the steps for her, pointing out where the water, filter, and coffee
went. “You got that or you need me to write it down?”
    There
were more snickers from his brothers.
    “I’ve
got it,” she bit back with a look that said she’d make him pay for that.
    He
grinned and nodded for the guys to follow him out. He led them up on the roof.
    “Hope
you don’t have any rat poison in there, cause brother, I think she’s probably
pissed off enough to dose your coffee with it,” Red Dog teased.
    Crash
and Dog sat in the chairs, Green turned the wooden crate on end and sat on it,
and Wolf stood. Crash watched his brothers all light up. It was times like
these that he missed smoking, but he mostly got through the day knowing he
could have that one smoke tonight.
    “Know
what today is?” Dog asked him.
    Crash’s
eyes cut to him.
    Green
filled in the answer. “Beat-down day.”
    Crash’s
gaze swung to him. “Artie Asshole?”
    “Yup.”
    “You’re
lookin’ forward to it,” Crash observed.
    Green
grinned. “You know it, man.”
    “There’s
always a chance he folded up shop,” Crash suggested.
    “Nope,”
Wolf replied. “Swung by on our way here.”
    Crash
nodded, “Well, hate I’m gonna miss that. Way he treats those girls, wouldn’t
mind bloodying my fists on him.”
    “You
ain’t gonna miss it,” Dog stated.
    Crash
frowned at Dog. Cole knew he had Shannon. What the fuck?
    “Sorry.
Hate to pull you away from this lovely, lovely job you lucked into, but Cole wants you there.”
    Crash’s
eyebrows shot up as if to say ‘seriously’.
    Dog
put his hands up. “Don’t ask me. Call him. Maybe he figures she’ll be safe at
the Batcave,” he offered, grinning.
    “The
fuck of it is, the guy’s probably gonna pay up, and it’ll be a wasted trip as
far as getting the satisfaction of beating his face in,” Crash speculated.
    Dog
grinned at him. “Chill out. You can always take your sexual frustration out on
Green on fight night.”
    Crash
turned to Green. “You fightin’ next week?”
    “I
threw my name in, yeah.”
    Crash
nodded.
    Shannon
walked up with the coffee. Wolf jumped to hold the door for her. “Ma’am.”
    She
smiled up at him. “Thank you.”
    Of
all his brothers, Wolf was the biggest flirt of all of them, which was
partially how he got his name. The ladies stood about as much chance with him
as