Free Chasing Down Changes (Moroad Motorcycle Club) by Debra Kayn Page A

in his strict environment of killville. If anyone crossed him, he'd put a bullet in their head, including Jeremy, his son.
    It wasn't a surprise to know Cam knew everything there was about Red Light and informed Jeremy about it all.
    A door opened to her right, and she glanced away from Jeremy.
    Lola stepped out of the room, her makeup on, her hair styled, and stretched her bare arms above her head, making her breasts push against her shirt. Tiff's lip curled, and she clamped her teeth tighter. Everything about the women rubbed her the wrong way.
    From the very beginning, Lola's motive toward Jeremy was always suspicious.
    What kind of grown woman let a sixteen-year-old boy hang out with her? Jeremy struck up a friendship with Lola when she was having sex with all the other Moroad members, and he continued to put his friendship with Lola above everything else, including Tiff.
    Granted, the age difference between Jeremy and Lola wasn't quite so apparent now that Jeremy was thirty-six years old. He was a man, and his needs were different. What those needs were, Tiff had no idea, and she hated that she no longer understood Jeremy's motives or joined in his dreams for his life.
    "Well, well, well..." Lola walked toward her, hooking her thumbs in the front pockets of her jeans. "I never thought you'd lower yourself by coming around here."
    "You think about me too much." Tiff swung her hair over her shoulder and tilted her head. "Are you switching sides now, Lola? Maybe you've run out of men to keep you entertained, seeing as how the new girls around here are younger, firmer, and more energetic."
    Lola lifted her chin and laughed. "Oh, darling, you have no idea how things are done around here."
    "Nor do I want to, so save your breath." Tiff gazed back at Jeremy and Cam.
    Jeremy stood toe to toe with Cam. The similar body type of the two men blew her away. Jeremy's profile was the splitting image of Cam, even down to the beards they both sported. Same strong nose, high cheekbones, lazy-lidded eyes. The only blatant difference being the gray stripes in Cam's whiskers and Jeremy's father stood two inches shorter because he rarely straightened his left leg fully after suffering an injury in prison years ago.
    Bear walked out of his motel room, spotted Tiff and lifted his chin. She waved and mustered a smile for the older man. She'd always liked Bear. His big hugs, gruff voice, and hairy body always made her feel safe with him. He respected her too, which was a unique experience to have with a member of Moroad.
    "Hey, Tiff." Bear stopped in front of her and wrapped her in a tight hug.
    She squeezed his middle and let herself enjoy the greeting. Tobacco and sweat clung to his shirt, but she ignored the unpleasant scents because he'd given her the welcoming she wished they all would give her.
    "How are you doing?" She rubbed his back before pulling away to gaze up at his full-bearded face.
    "Oh, you know, still waking up in the morning and then going to bed free." Bear winked, flashing her a grin.
    Lola walked behind Bear, patted his ass, and strutted across the parking lot toward Jeremy. Tiff watched her sway as if she owned her position within the club.
    "How's Silver Girls?" Bear stepped over beside Tiff. "I haven't been there since last month."
    Lola stopped beside Jeremy, and Cam walked away and got on his motorcycle. Tiff watched Jeremy's reaction and answered Bear automatically. "Good, you should come by some night. I'll give you a drink on the house."
    Jeremy talked to Lola; his brows pulled down. Tiff wanted to know what they were talking about and why Lola believed she could interrupt club business.
    "Yeah, I might do that." Bear patted her back. "I better get going."
    Tiff nodded and glanced at Bear. "It was good talking to you."
    "Same here, sweetheart." Bear lumbered off.
    She whipped her gaze back to the action in the parking lot and found Lola gone and Jeremy halfway across the lot and walking in her direction. His