Free Wild: Tiger's Blood MC by Heather West Page A

I’m gonna have a real hard time because of those two fucks. I didn’t dare tell any of the guys where I was going. I was going to have to handle this myself. I’d fucked up, now I was going to have a chance to turn everything around.
     
    I packed my saddlebags with cash and a couple of handguns. There was a gun in the back of my jeans and another one strapped to my leg, just in case things got a little too hot to handle. The Amazons weren’t exactly known for their kindness towards men, and I wanted to be prepared. All the same, I didn’t think they’d turn down a few wads of cash—especially if they’d just hit a new status, money would be all the more important to them.
     
    “You can’t come in,” a woman snottily informed me. She was sitting out front of the clubhouse wearing a leather vest and jeans. “No more Tiger’s Blood allowed. Persephone’s rules.”
     
    “Persephone?” I laughed out loud. “That’s your leader’s name?” I put my hands on my gut and had a good long laugh. These bitches always want to act like they’re so tough; naming themselves after Greek mythology seemed like a good place to start.
     
    The girl didn’t think it was funny, apparently. She glared at me as I stood there guffawing and holding my sides until I was stitched from laughing so hard. “Stop laughing,” she said in this hysterical voice after a few minutes. “It’s not that funny!”
     
    “Oh, trust me, it’s fucking hysterical,” I told her with a grin. “Now, let me in. I wanna talk to this lover of Hades.”
     
    The girl blinked. “What?”
     
    I rolled my eyes. “Did you even graduate high school?” I snapped. “It’s from Greek mythology.”
     
    “Oh,” she said, recovering and pretending to know exactly what I was talking about. “Yeah, whatever.”
     
    “So,” I said, leaning forward and raising my eyebrow. This was exactly how I’d begin to work on women, and even though I could tell that I was an unwanted visitor, the girl seemed flushed all the same. I winked at her and she actually glanced away, showing that she wasn’t exactly immune to male charm. “What do you say about letting me inside?”
     
    “I can’t,” she said, swallowing nervously. “I’m on guard.”
     
    “Right,” I said, winking again. “But I’m here on business, you know?” I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small stack of bills—five thousand dollars. “You know, this could be worth it to you,” I teased, waving the money in front of her face.
     
    The girl laughed. “I have all the money I want from Persephone,” she said, crossing her arms. “You’re not going to win me over with a couple thou.”
     
    “Five thousand,” I said, reaching into my pocket for another wad. “Hell, let’s make it ten.”
     
    The girl’s eyes bugged out. Bingo .
     
    “I don’t know,” she replied, darting her eyes around nervously as if watching for a hornet or another bug. “I’d have to ask.”
     
    “Why don’t you do that, darlin’?” I suggested in a honeyed voice. “I’ve got lots of time to wait, you know.”
     
    “Persephone got in a fight today,” the girl said. She blushed and squeaked and then put a hand over her mouth. “Oh god,” she said, looking down. “Please don’t tell anyone that. I wasn’t supposed to say anything.”
     
    I chuckled. She was easier than I’d thought; maybe this whole thing would really be a piece of cake. “I won’t,” I said, winking. “I promise. Just let me in, okay?”
     
    The girl bit her lip. “Fine,” she said. “Come with me.” She got up from her chair and swaggered into the clubhouse, trying to put on confident airs that I knew for a fact didn’t exist. “Persephone’s in here.”
     
    “Of course she is,” I muttered. “Of fucking course she is.”
     
    I recognized her instantly. Even with a black eye and a few bruises on her cheek, she was the woman from the night before. Her raven black hair fell over her