Free Honey Whiskey (A Bastards MC Novel) by Carina Adams

I’d never called back, even after she’d
apologized. I just didn’t expect her to run straight to Rob. He was
the last person I thought would ever catch her. Fuck them
both.
    Realizing I was going to stay quiet, he
finally answered. “Nothin’ that I know of. She’s friends with Cris
and goes to BC. Seriously, they’re just roommates.”
    Jess snorted. “Of course it’s
linked to Cris. I wonder how she feels about the way he looks at
her friend and how much longer they’ll stay buddies when she
realizes there’s a fox in her cock-house.”
    It was no secret that Jessie
and my sister hated each other, and under normal circumstances, I
would have commented, but right now all I cared about was finding
out more. “BC? For grad school?” He nodded. No fucking way . She’d done it. I
was so fucking proud of her. We’d talked about her going back to
school, but she was so sure she’d never get in. BC had a tough grad
program and admission was wicked selective. I couldn’t understand
why she hadn’t told me. Big news like that I would have shouted
from the rooftops. Then my mind shifted. How long had she known and kept me in the dark? “When did she move in?”
    Hawk looked uncomfortable again
and glanced over his shoulder. Walking to the table, he grabbed a
bottle of Jack and a poured three shots before coming back to the
island. He handed Jessie one and me the other before raising it in
the air in silent salute and then downing it. He waited for me to
swallow mine before answering. “Last night.” Glancing at Jess out
of the corner of his eye, he grimaced. “We brought her home with us
last night.”
    My mind raced. Jo was at
Hooligan’s last night—she’d asked me to meet her there. I couldn’t
because I was on my way back from Pine Knot, Kentucky. The Bastards
had wanted to greet Tank in style so I took vacation time and a
bunch of us rode down on Wednesday to bring him home from McCreary
Penitentiary. There’d been nothing to do for thousands of miles but
replay the last conversation I’d had with Jo. She wanted answers
from me, so many more than I could give. I wasn’t ready to have her
walk away forever yet, and would do anything to keep my secrets a
little while longer. I had planned to call her, to try and figure
out the shit that was dragging us down, but I couldn’t just pull
out a cellphone and talk while on the back of a bike. When we
stopped for the night, there was no privacy to have the kind of
talk we needed to have.
    They must have found her at
Fred’s. I slammed the glass down, startling Jess, as memories of
the last time I was there with Jo filtered through my mind. She was
a fucking mess when she was drunk. I should be relieved that it was
Rob that found her like that and not some stranger, especially
since she was there because of me. Instead, all I could imagine was
her coming onto him the way she had me. She’d torn off her clothes,
showing me just how beautiful her body was, and demanded me to
sleep with her. She was so sexy I couldn’t have said no if I’d
wanted to. Would Rob have been able to deny her?
    Hawk tipped the bottle into my glass, filling
it again while Jess watched us, scowling in confusion. I needed to
calm down and get a fucking grip. I downed the shot in one gulp,
feeling it burn. A ping announced the elevator’s arrival and
suddenly the room was filled with a roar of voices. I didn’t care.
Were the two of them downstairs screwing right now? Was she showing
him how wild and crazy she was? Was he enjoying taking what was
mine?
    I’d kill him. Best friend or not,
I would murder him with my bare hands. The two of us had scuffled a
few times over the years, and each time it’d been an even fight.
But this time, he didn’t stand a chance. I’d fucking destroy him. I
turned, fists clenched, and stomped across the room and down the
stairs, only one thought in my mind.
    If he had touched Joes, I would
decimate him.

Chapter 8
    Matty
    Rocker's face was the