Free Smolder: Trojans MC by Kara Parker Page A

Achilles. Did that woman never goddamn sleep? How was she already at the station? Did she live there or something?
     
    Luke deleted it, though he did stop for a moment and wonder if he’d be able to use his participation in the story as a bargaining chip to get Shayla’s number. He didn’t though, because he wanted to keep their little evening between them, and he knew he had other ways.
     
    Knowing Sparky wouldn’t be up for at least another couple of hours, Luke made some coffee and hunkered down on the couch, trying not to anxiously watch the clock. Sparky hadn’t gotten his name for being particularly full of energy, as many people thought. He was extraordinarily good with electronics, and liked to fix computers in his spare time. He was also a great hacker. There weren’t many bikers who also knew how to hack an employee database, but damn had that skill come in handy for Luke and the other Trojan members over the years.
     
    Too bad the guy was a night owl to the extreme.
     
    Luke flicked through the channels, finding nothing particularly enjoyable. Daytime TV sucked. He wasn’t sure why he expected any different. He was too wired to take a nap, though. It was the same reason he’d woken up so early. Luke was always an early riser, but that seemed to go twofold when he had unfinished business.
     
    And man, was his business with Shayla ever unfinished.
     
    Luke turned the TV off and groaned, heading to his bookshelves. He had already read everything there several times. It was time to go back to the library. Why had he put it off so long? He was now reaping the reward of his procrastination, and it made him want to scream.
     
    Then he remembered the copy of The Aeneid in his jeans from yesterday, and hunted them down in his room. He slumped back onto the sofa moments later, nose deep in verse. It was the kind of reading that deserved more attention, so he would probably have to reread the sections he was reading now, when he was less distracted, but it would still help keep his mind off things for the moment.
     
    He decided he would call Sparky no later than noon. If the guy didn’t answer the first time, he’d keep calling. Or go over to the hole that Sparky called home. But, come hell or high water, by one he’d have Shayla’s phone number, and he was finishing their goddamn business.
     
     
     
    ***
     
     
     
    At ten forty-five, well before he expected Sparky to even be awake, much less aware, his phone rang and Sparky’s number blazed on the screen. Luke hit the accept button and put the phone to his ear.
     
    “I’ve been waiting to call you. I thought you would be asleep,” Luke said.
     
    “I wish I was, man.” Sparky’s voice was agitated. “We’ve got trouble.”
     
    Luke bolted upright in his seat, letting the book slide out of his lap and onto the floor. “What kind of trouble?”
     
    “I need you to come over here and talk to someone. I’d put her on the phone, but I think you’ll want to speak to her in person.”
     
    That had Luke’s attention. “I’ll be there in five.”
     
    He darted off the couch and grabbed his jacket, slamming his front door behind him as he went. If Sparky was calling him about trouble, and if he had to go somewhere and talk to someone in person, then there was fucking trouble. Sparky was his right hand man. He could deal with most problems by himself without having to get the MC president involved.
     
    The last time Sparky had called him and said he needed to talk, Luke’s life had changed—and it hadn’t been for the better.
     
    Luke hopped astride his bike and peeled off, causing a racket that would have normally thrilled him. But not today. Not when there was something serious happening. His mind raced. Could the woman there be Shayla? Would she have somehow found Sparky if she needed to talk to him but didn’t have a way to? It was all too much. He should have just fucking asked what the girl's’ name was before getting himself all