BLAZING IN INK (BOOK THREE)

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^^ What Coyote looks like ^^

Coyote

Over the past year, we had struggled. We had no clubhouse, we weren't prepared if our rivals decided to cause trouble. Lucky they didn't. When I watched my club get blown up and a few of my guys injured I was furious but when I found out that Trigger was a rat in the club and took hostage my sister I was at my breaking point.

Over the year, I became more aggressive with how I wanted things to go and how I am dealing. As the clubhouse was being built I kept a close eye on the guys of the club, I didn't want to find another rat among them. So as the club was getting built, I built up our supplies once again and stored them at one of the warehouses I kept.

Over the year, Minx became distant. I knew that Trigger had scared her like crazy, pulling a gun on her even nearly raping her. She barely came out of the dorm I had set her up in, she wouldn't speak to anyone, not even me.

When I met Minx she was this little shy 6-year-old kid. She had grown up in foster care just like I had. The family that was fostering us both were a couple that couldn't have children. I was just this 10-year kid that grew up with an alcoholic father and a drugged-up mother who lived in a trailer park all their lives. When child services came knocking they took me away and straight into foster care.

So being put into a family that wanted to love and support the children they foster, was weird for me. After a year of the couple fostering both Minx and me, they adopted us and ever since I had looked out for Minx like she was my own.

Now that the clubhouse was up and running I set off to the side, watching everyone enjoy themselves. Some of the guys were playing pool while the rest were watching the girls dance around the pole that was installed. I took a sip of my beer when a blonde-haired girl caught my attention near the bar, talking to Minx. Ripley Tucker. Ripley was the same age as Minx, they used to be joint at the hip until Ripley left. As I watched her I thought to myself...

What was she doing here?

Where had she gone?

Many things ran through my mind as I overlooked the clubhouse. When she pulled into the compound earlier tonight I saw how she held herself, she was confident and her ass in those jeans made me twitch. I had to rearrange myself a few times since I've been watching her. "Want me to sort that out for ya, baby?" Abby asked as she ran her hand up and down my arm. Abby was one of the sweetbutts around here, she normally came to me and the way I'm feeling right now I needed a release. I grabbed my beer and drank the rest before I nodded my head.

"Imma grab another beer and I'll meet you by the jukebox," I told her before I left. When I got to the bar Minx looked over at me as she stood up straight.

"Need another?" Minx asked me, I gave her a nod before she moved towards the fridge. When she returned, she popped it open before slicing it over to me. "Can Ripley stay for a few days?" She asked me, I looked towards Ripley.

"You running?" I asked her, she looked confused "you got a crazy ex-boyfriend I need to worry about while you're here?"

"No" she glared at me, I stepped closer to her as she stood up straight.

"How did you get that?" I asked, nodding to her face. I saw that she rolled her eyes again just like she did outside a few hours ago. "Fine, she can stay but if she causes trouble or brings it to my door. I won't be happy" I told Minx, she nodded her head before I grabbed my beer and walked over to Abby who was still waiting for me. I looked over my shoulder, I caught Ripley glaring at me. I smirked and wrapped my arm around Abby's shoulders like I did outside and walked up the staircase.

The next day I was up early like normal and was already working out by 7 am, I knew it would be a while before the guys got up. By 8 am I was ready to call it quits, I grabbed my towel and wrapped my face when I heard the gym door open. "Never thought you'd be the type to be the president of a biker club" my eyes snapped to hers. I stood up and swung the towel over my shoulder and walked over to her, I noticed that she looked down and her eyes became wide for a moment until she shocked her head.

"And what type did you think I would be?" I asked her.

"The.... the type that would be jail" she stumbled to say. I chuckled before I stepped closer to her.

"Oh baby girl, I am that type of person" I whispered in her ear.

"So you've been to jail?"

"What's with the questions?"

"Just making conversation," she said as she folded her arms. I hummed as I wrapped my face again. I reached past her and grabbed my SnapBack off the shelf behind her and placed it on my head.

"I think you might want to keep your nose out of my business baby girl" I looked down at her.

"And why's that?"

"Because you don't know who you're messing with" I saw her swallow hard, it made me smirk before I walked past her, leaving her standing there. I walked up the steps to the main area of the clubhouse and stopped when I heard my name. I looked over my shoulder to see Skinhead, my VP, walking in.

"The Reckless Diablos want a sit-down," Skinhead said.

I nodded my head "Wake up the guys, I want everyone in church in 30 minutes" I told him, he gave me a nod and walked down the hall, I walked up the stairs that led to my dorm.

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