Free Call Me...Vengeance: Book 1 in the Vengeance MC Series by Natasha Thomas Page B

was wrong in assuming I wouldn’t need to make extra trips to, Boulder and back after we finalized the sale of the new garage. I’ve been heading up that way at least once a week – so far twice this week – and we’re only halfway through the project.
     
    “What have you got on for tomorrow, Brother? Heard you’re hitting Boulder again. You got something going on up there you haven’t told me about? Because you seem to be pounding pavement in that direction a hell of a lot.” he asks taking a swing of his beer.
     
    “Nothing you don’t know about, man. Noah and his crew are starting fit out tomorrow, so I want to go up and check it out. The last thing I need is for them to fuck that up too. It was bad enough they knocked out the only fucking wall I wanted to be left in the place. If they screw this shit up too, they’re out,” I groan.
     
    “Fair enough. You want me to ride with you?”
     
    My best friend and, Vice President, Dillon ‘Diesel’ Matthews had been off his game lately. As my VP, his job was to have my back, ride at my side, and be the reason to my irrationality. But ever since he got rid of his long-time fuck buddy, Cami, aside from being hard up for attention of the female variety, he was shirking his responsibilities. It wasn’t only in one area of his life either. Cami’s absence was affecting every aspect. His job, his role as Vengeance’s VP, friendships with his brothers were suffering, and he’d even stopped working out. Something he used to channel his anger, an outlet. So as you can imagine, that shit had to go somewhere. No two guesses who he was using to vent his frustrations either.
     
    “You up for that?” I ask genuinely curious.
     
    Clenching his jaw, Diesel narrows his eyes. He’s pissed sure, but I’m done fucking around. He’s been wallowing for too long. This shit has to stop.
    “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Have I ever not been down to ride with you? Never not been at the top of my game when I’ve taken your back?”
     
    “Shut the fuck up. You know exactly what I’m getting at,” I say curling my lip. “I don’t know what the fuck happened between you and your woman, and I don’t want to know. That’s your business, brother, and I respect that. But when that shit leaks over into the club, then you’ve gotta know I’m going to have questions. One’s you’re not going to like.”
     
    Blowing out a breath, Diesel unfurls his fists laying his palms flat on his thighs, fingers twitching angrily.
    “You know better than most what it’s like to lose a woman you care about, so cut me some slack for Christs sake. It’s not like I’m sitting here seven years later mourning her, it’s only been a few weeks.”
     
    “Diesel, I’m warning you, Brother. I love you, man, and I get you’re hurting, but you’re entering some fucking dangerous territory here.”
     
    “The difference between you and me; you’ve been given a million fucking chances to fix it, make shit better between you, but you keep shooting them down. Cami shut me down. She didn’t want to explore what we had. I’m not as lucky as you, Brother. I didn’t get a choice. But if I had, I’d have taken it. No looking back. No holds barred. Taken it and been fucking grateful she gave it to me,” I challenge.
     
    Pissed off and hurt, reliving the painful memories I hadn’t given more than a fleeting thought for months, the last thing I need is Sweets crawling into my lap rubbing herself all over me, but that’s what I get. Extricating her from my lap isn’t an option when she wraps herself around me, rubbing her soft tits against my chest. I’m only human after all. My cock hardens as she grinds her luscious ass into my groin.
     
    Shifting to accommodate my now painfully hard erection, I turn away from Diesel asking her,
    “You need something?”
     
    “Hmm,” she hums into the side of my neck, licking the outer shell of my ear. “I thought you could take me up to