Free Rust: A Bad Boy Romance (Courage MC) by Kara Hart Page B

laughed, grabbing one myself. I had forgot that this was one of the only times he had stepped foot in my club. At least the first time when people had filled it to capacity.
    “Well you've made a fine business investment. I'm proud of you, Rust. Now, let's see how well you handle this situation. Maybe a promotion is in order.”
    And with those words, I jumped on a table and announced, “I’ve got a toast!” The room suddenly got very quiet. The music shut off and all that could be heard was the whispering words of the bikers around me. “I'd like to introduce my wife.” I triumphantly declared. “Honey, get on up here!”
    Cheers erupted all around us as Jackie got onto the table with me. “Now, I know times have been tough for all of us. For Courage, we could be losing a good friend and brother. Johnny. You all know him. You all love him. Let's keep him in our thoughts, alright? He will live another day!” I bent my head forward in a moment of silence, closing my eyes and praying to whoever was out there, that Johnny would live through this.
    Suddenly, to my surprise, Jackie started talking. “And all the Hell’s Wheels out there. We lost a leader yesterday. A damn good leader at that. And I lost a father. He was the best father I could've asked for. Listen, I don’t want your sympathy. I don't need your condolences. What I do want is for you to respect my father, Lane’s, legacy. Together , we can mend these wounds. Together, we can bring back the glory days of both our crews! Because I don't want to see the Darkhorse gang rise up and take away all that is good. Let's restore our past glory!”
    The crowd went fucking wild. And I mean wild . I looked over at Jackie in confusion and she just smiled and shrugged. Who was this woman? I hated even admitting this to myself, but she was a real leader.
    We got swept away together in the drink-fueled crowd. The boys sang songs and told stories of Johnny and others who didn’t have as much luck. At one point in the night, a hand slapped my back and I heard the familiar voice of the rogue dealer, Jorge. He was a bastard of a man and yet, he was a good ally to those invested in Courage, mostly because he knew we were the path to the money. He said, “Hey, I just want you to know. Word on the street is people really like you two. You’re bringing people together and shit. It’s good for business. If you need anything, just let me know. But I gotta warn you, homes. Watch your back. There are rogue groups plannin’ on taking you down when you least expect it.”
    “Don…” I muttered, clenching my fist.
    “Yeah, maybe. I just wanted to let you know. There’s darkness lurking out there.” He nodded his head at me and shook my hand.
    “Thanks, Jorge. You’ve always been there for Bruce, and made sure the streets were good for business. It’s respectable.”
    “Word.” he simply said, turning around and walking away.
    “What was that about?” Jackie asked me.
    “Just another ally.” I said. “Looks like we got a lot of them now.” I said, nearly falling over from how many shots I had taken.
    I made my way into the corner of the club and sat down. It had been a long fuckin’ night and I was exhausted. Jackie walked to my left and bent over the table, ass out and back arched. “So.” she said.
    “So.” I laughed.
    “We did it. I can’t believe we pulled it off. You have some insane ideas, Rust. But I have to admit, this was one of the better ones.
    “I knew it’d come through. People eat this love shit up. As for me, I’m out to collect Don’s head. That bastard has gotta go.”
    “You have a lot of determination.” she said, running her tongue against her teeth. And in an instant, I could tell what she wanted. Man, was she was a crazy broad.
    “You like that?” I asked, leaning back in my chair. “Come here.”
    “It’s sexy.” she said, placing her ass on my lap. “It turns me on to think I’m married to a big, strong alpha like