Free Love Ties by Em Petrova Page B

“That’s good news.” The club had thrived under Jamison’s leadership, but it was time their prez took the chair again.
    The guys were all loyal to Strother. He’d saved most of their asses in one way or another over the years. He’d kept Bunky from going to prison by putting up his own savings to pay the lawyer fees. Ace had crashed his bike last year, and Copilot had needed put back together. The vet bills were taken care of.
    And he was a good friend and big brother figure to Jamison.
    “There’s something else,” Ace spoke up.
    The weight of his tone wasn’t lost on even a sleep-deprived Jamison. “What is it?”
    “It’s Ever.”
    He blinked. “Ever?”
    “Yeah, I told Strother you were holed up with a new girl, and he asked about her. He said if we couldn’t get more information on her by the time he arrived, he was going to kick her ass out of the club.”
    Jamison templed his fingers, not looking at any of them. He’d known this was coming. The rule was total disclosure. The club knew all your business, or you weren’t in the club. That included everyone from sweet butts to officers. No secrets.
    And it was obvious Ever had plenty.
    Ace’s gaze was heaviest on him. “We need that information, Jamison.”
    “You don’t even have a last name? It’s common for girls to use nicknames. Think of Breezy and Giggles. Is Ever a nickname?”
    Jamison didn’t know for certain, but he didn’t believe so. Nothing fit her better. He shook his head.
    “You can get her to moan, but you can’t get her to talk?” Bunky asked. Several guys laughed.
    Jamison cracked a grin. “I’m working on it.”
    “Well, you’ve got till tomorrow, man,” Ace said.
    “We can’t be too safe, even if it’s a prime piece of red muff,” Bunky added. Ace guffawed, but Jamison shot him a look that shut him up.
    “Listen, Jamison, we know you’re deep in this girl, but Bunky is right, for all his jokes. The club safety is more important than anything.” Mitch’s years carried gravity, and they all listened.
    Jamison rubbed his hands over his face. “I’ll get the information. Is that it?”
    Everyone nodded.
    He stood and rapped his knuckles on the table. “Church is concluded.”
    Ace followed Jamison to the kitchen, where he watched Jamison make coffee. After filling the liner with grounds and the machine with water, Jamison said, “Speak your mind, man. We’ve always been friends.”
    Ace sighed. “I was wondering…if she’s part of this drug stuff in Heller’s Gap right now.”
    Icy dread licked down Jamison’s spine. “No.” His tone was inarguable. In no way would he believe Ever was connected to drugs.
    “But she said she isn’t working, she’s new in town.”
    He slashed the air with a hand. “That means nothing.”
    Ace folded his arms over his broad chest. His arms were inked from wrist to shoulder, and tattoos even peeked from under his white wife-beater and his cut. He had more than one for a woman, but as far as Jamison knew, Ace had never been in love.
    Lust, yes.
    Was that what Jamison was feeling? Was Ever such a good lay that he had let his judgment get clouded?
    One thing was certain, he’d never regret getting that tattoo for her last night.
    He leaned against the counter and stared at the worn tile floor. The club girls kept the clubhouse clean, but like most everything in this place, it was well-used and needed updated. To do that, they needed money, though.
    It was on their list, but first was amping up their gun supply. They weren’t at war with anyone at the moment, yet they had to be prepared. Especially with drugs coming back into Heller’s Gap. Strother had promised to share his ideas for raising money within the club upon his return.
    He shook his head. “It’s not Ever.”
    Ace’s gaze leveled on his. “We’ve been friends forever. I pushed the hardest for you to wear that VP patch. But Jamison, you’re not thinking straight.”
    Fury pounded through Jamison’s