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

Little Red Riding Hood had with the Big Bad Wolf. Crash suddenly felt like
putting his fist through Wolf’s handsome face.
    She
walked forward with four mugs of coffee on a silver tray, like she was serving
the queen afternoon tea. “Sorry this took so long, boys.”
    “That’s
all right, we still had forty-four bottles of beer on the wall,” Red Dog
teased, flicking the ashes of his cigarette to the side.
    “Which
one’s got the rat poison in it?” Wolf asked her, with a wink, peering down at
the tray she held out to him.
    She
smiled up at him. “All of them.”
    He
looked crushed. “Darlin’, I didn’t do
anything.”
    She
winked at him. “Guilt by association, darlin’ .”
    He
clutched at his chest. “Ahh, stabbed through the fuckin’ heart.”
    She
held the tray up to him and tilted her head to the side with a smile. He
grinned and took one. She held the tray low, offering them each a mug. Dog,
Green, and finally, she held the tray out with the last remaining mug to Crash.
He frowned down at the tray in her hands. “Is that my pizza pan?”
    She
shrugged. “Maybe.”
    Dog
let out a snort. “Huh, ingenious little gal, ain’t she?” He took a sip of his
coffee, grimaced, and then reached over and grabbed the mug out of Crash’s
hands, switching with him. “Here, I think I got the one with the poison.”
    Shannon
glared at him.
    “What?
I’m kidding. It’s what we do,” he made a circle motion with his hand, including
them all. “We make fun of ya, ‘till it gets old, and then we move on.”
    Green
looked at Shannon, who was holding the empty tray behind her back, and then he
looked back down at his own mug. “Wait a minute, how come you’re not having
any?”
    She
just gave him a sly grin, then turned and sashayed back inside.
    The
four of them looked at each other a moment, and then, simultaneously, all four
brothers turned their mugs upside down, pouring the contents out on the roof.

 
 
    A
half hour later, the men trouped back in. Crash glanced over, finding Shannon
in the bedroom unpacking her bag. He carried the four empty mugs to the kitchen
and set them in the sink. Then he walked the guys to the elevator. “I’ll meet
you at the club.”
    Green
grinned, glancing from Crash to the bedroom. “You ain’t got enough time to
smooth those ruffled feathers, son.”
    “Sure
he does,” Wolf put in. “You just need to know how to handle women, which you don’t. But you can’t help it, can
you, Green? It’s hard to control a woman that’s not inflatable.”
    Green
made a grab for Wolf’s throat, but Red Dog pushed him off. “Calm the fuck down,
Green. Shit, can’t anybody tease you anymore?”
    They
loaded onto the elevator, and Crash slammed the gate behind them. He smiled
through the bars at Dog and said, “Later, Tater.”
    Dog
smiled and shook his head as the elevator descended. Crash could see Green
shove Wolf, and then Wolf shove him back saying to Dog, “Can’t we put him to
sleep?”
    “We
tried,” Dog replied. “The vet wouldn’t take him.”
    Crash
chuckled as he walked to the control panel and put in the code for the garage
door to open.
    After
the bikes rolled out, he went to get Shannon. It was time for her to make a
phone call.
    He
found her setting an armful of beauty and hair products down on the bathroom
vanity. How the hell did all that stuff fit in that one bag? It’s like twenty
clowns piling out of a clown car. He glanced around, her crap was now cluttered
all over his bathroom.
    Jesus
Christ.
    “You
really need all this shit, babe?”
    She
set down what must have been armful number two and turned to him. “Yes. My God,
I’m living out of one bag. I’ve never done that in my life.”
    “Yeah,
I bet there’s a lot of firsts you’re gonna experience stayin’ with me.” She
rolled her eyes at him. He glanced down again at all the bottles. “You don’t
need all this shit, babe.”
    “Yes.
I do.”
    “No.
You don’t. You think you do, but