Free Broken Crescent (Devil's Sons Motorcycle Club Book 2) by Kathryn Thomas

sharp face in ripples of gold. She let out a fierce cat call, echoed by the five other women inside the hangar, and smiled at Sam, eyebrow lifted. “We got a live one, girls!”
     
    Quentin stepped forward, dark eyes on the vixen in leather and high heel brown boots. “This ain’t a leisure call,” he replied coldly. “Where’s GeeGee?”
     
    The biker chick circled Quentin warily, her green eyes skating from the big burly black guy to his accomplices. Reiken had history with Quentin, but she was sure his crew wasn’t aware of that. She grinned and flicked her pink tongue along her coral lips. “GeeGee,” she said. A raven haired beauty with doe-like eyes and a coke bottle figure poured into skintight jeans and a ripped muscle shirt stepped forward and ambled toward the brewing conflict, a knowing look on her face. 
     
    “Apparently you got something these fellas want. You know anything about it?” Reiken asked lightly.
     
    “Aw, honey, everybody wants a stab at the G-spot, don’t they?” GeeGee put her arm around Reiken’s waist. Dragging the statuesque blonde closer, she tongue-kissed her seductively with a throaty groan, both women aware of Brick and Quentin staring with reserved interest. Reiken cooed and slipped a hand up under GeeGee’s shirt. She squeezed her possessively.
     
    “You raced against one of my crew and lost,” Sam spat, pushing forward. He wasn’t in the mood for games or beating around the bush. Tokyo had a solid future ahead of him that a criminal record might mangle irreparably, and Sam wasn’t about to let that happen on his watch. He crooked his fingers and beckoned to GeeGee. “I think you and I need to have a little talk with the sheriff and let him know that the police report saying the bike was stolen was a little error on your part, sweetheart.”
     
    GeeGee chuckled and tossed her black hair over her shoulder. “That kid fucked with the wrong bitch, baby, and he’s the one that got screwed. I ain’t goin’ nowhere with you. Ain’t that right, mama?” She patted Reiken on the ass.
     
    Reiken shrugged, pulling away from the sultry seductress to look back at Sam. “She said she ain’t going.”
     
    Quentin stepped forward insistently. “Rei…”
     
    “Careful, Q-Ball.” She put a finger to his chest and pushed him back. “I bite.”
     
    Kaleidoscope pointed her gun at Reiken’s face. Quentin pushed her arm down. “It doesn’t have to be like this. Look, all we want is for the girl to come down to the precinct and help us get Tokyo out. He’s a damn idiot kid. You feel like he overstepped his boundaries? Cool. He might have. But, we’re not leaving until we get what we came here to get. Comprende? GeeGee! Get your shit and come on.”
     
    Sam shook his head in frustration and dug into his pocket for his wallet. “How much was the bike worth?” He knew they would inflate the cost, and he knew he’d pay an arm and an ass for something probably not worth spit, but he was willing if it meant they could get the fuck out of dodge. The tension in the air was palpable. Kaleidoscope seemed to have a grudge, and she was trigger happy.
     
    Eyes lit up at the sight of money about to exchange hands. “We’re not paying them for shit,” Kaleidoscope growled. Even Brick looked at him in askance.
     
    Quentin whispered out of the side of his mouth, “This shit will run like wildfire.”
     
    “I got ten thousand says I can take any one of you in here right now, right out there. If I lose, you get to keep the money. But, if I win, GeeGee comes with us.” He stood his ground. Q was right. If he paid them off, their reputation would suffer, and every biker with a bad attitude would try their luck at strong-arming The Devil’s Sons for more easy money. But, if they had a fair race, it would look better for his crew.
     
    “Show us the money,” Reiken challenged. Sam didn’t walk around with ten thousand in cash. He did, however, wear an exquisite Movado