Free Reckless Love (Satan's Prophets MC, Book 2) (Satan's Prophets MC Series) by Jacqui Leigh Jones

shoulders and sat down next to Mick. “Not too much. Only that his name is Peter Dempsey and she knows him from high school. He left town and now he’s back. I heard he’s the new vet technician in town. Sorry, but Renee is kind of closemouthed these days. Truthfully, I’m a little worried about her. She just doesn’t seem to be thinking too straight lately.”
    Mick leaned forward and looked into Jaz’s eyes. “What is it you’re not telling me?”
    “Not sure, it’s just the vibes I pick up when I run into Renee and Peter. He doesn’t seem too happy when she talks with her friends.” Jaz raised her hands up in the air. “I don’t know. He just gives me the creeps. Hey, do you want to stay for lunch? JD will be home soon and it’s only burgers on the grill because I have to go over the books with Lori at the motel this afternoon.”
    Mick had to smile at that. “Burgers? I see your cooking skills haven’t improved any. Thanks, but I gotta go.”
     
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    It was Saturday afternoon and Mick was hanging at the clubhouse playing pool and shooting the shit with his brothers. He was in a really rotten mood, thinking back on the lousy past week he’d had.
    “You sunk the eight ball. Game’s mine again. You’re playing like shit today, bro.” Roach thought for a moment. “Let’s see, that makes twenty-five bucks you owe me now.”
    Mick threw down his pool stick and pulled out his wallet. He counted out two tens and five ones. “Here, ya prick. And wipe that smirk off your face! You’re only beating me ‘cause I got a lot on my mind.”
    Roach stuffed the money into his pocket and gloated at Mick. “Another game?”
    Mick threw Roach the middle finger and walked away when what he really wanted to do was wipe that cocky, half smile off Roach’s face with his fist. Mick needed to get away for a little while and get his head on straight. Maybe a ride over to Vestal would be just the thing to take his mind off his problems.
    He walked over to the bar, sat down near Striker and yelled for a beer.
    “I think I’m gonna take a ride and see my buddy Tom. Maybe he has another bounty hunting job for me.” What he didn’t mention was that while he was talking to Tom, he was also going to ask him to dig for information on Peter Dempsey. What Jaz had told him about that guy was sitting heavy on his mind. “I wouldn’t go, but I am almost at my goal of saving up for a house.”
    Striker spoke, interrupting his thoughts. “Hey, glad you mentioned it. I’ve been meanin’ to tell ya. There’s a house on my road for sale, if you’re interested. The owner is moving, says he wants to live in a warmer climate.” Striker snorted. “I think he’s full of shit. Prick’s afraid of me. You should see that lil’ fucker run in the house when he sees me coming down the road,” he bragged.
    Striker stood up and stretched his tall, muscular frame. “Why don’t we go over now and take a look at it? There’s some good acreage that goes with it, too.”
    That caught Mick’s interest quickly. He stood up and slugged down his beer. “Hell yeah, let’s ride. I’d really like to check it out.”
    Mick, Striker, and Roach rode a little ways out of town and turned onto Shady Lane Road. The house was about a quarter mile down on the right. Mick took one look at the house and liked what he saw. It was a two-story white house with a well-maintained yard and it had a brown picket fence surrounding it.
    “Well, what do ya think?” Striker asked Mick as he was getting off his bike.
    “So far, I like it. Let’s go talk to the owner.”
     
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    When the owner looked out the window and saw the three bikers pulling into his gravel driveway, he panicked a little until he spotted Striker. He didn’t care for living by a biker in a motorcycle club. He figured it was only a matter of time before trouble followed Striker down that dirt road. Not wanting to make enemies, he lied and said he wanted to live in a warmer