Free Learning to Forgive (The Learning Series) by R.D. Cole Page A

he rolls the taste on his tongue. I turn away and watch the workers instead. The temptation to lose myself in the bitter flavor when it fills my nostrils and drips from my sinuses can come on strong on nights like this. I can’t wait to finish up so I can get the hell out and go play at Jay’s. I need a dose of normal. “Yeah, boss. This is some wicked shit.”
    I just nod my head to signal Javier to release the men who were in charge of the shipment. They’ll get back on the boat in one piece. If I were screwed in any way, one would live and carry the other’s head in a box as a message to Senior Juan Andres. I’ve been dealing with that fucker for four years now, and he’s only tried to fuck me over once back in NOLA. Just once.
    We keep everything business in this life. No friendships because friends don’t exist. But Juan and I do share a hatred for Polesky. So he stays on my good side and I on his.
    Rumors of how Juan wouldn’t budge on the cost of his supply for the Russian meant Polesky wasn’t happy. Before he left Columbia, he wanted to make Juan pay for hurting his pride, so he raped and tortured Juan’s fifteen-year-old niece, and carved Polesky in her back. The girl lived, but she’s fucked up for life because of that monster. My hatred for Polesky comes from a darker place, and I delivered some revenge on him and his family because of what they took from me. Now I’m waiting on a chance to kill him myself. The world would be best without him in it. He’s a sick sonofabitch and will do anything to get what he wants. And when the Reform got word he was after Trudy, they gave me a call since I was already running Mobile.
    I pick up the guitar case filled with money for Juan’s delivery. After I confirm the cash is real, his two leeches return to the ship.
    “Lou? I’m out. Get this shit unpacked and sorted. We’ll give the runners their usual, and you know what to do with the rest.” I walk toward my bike after he nods his head and I head toward Jay’s.

    After I park and head inside, I let my eyes wander to look for anything out of the ordinary. When I see Tru working the bar with Chris, I don’t think much of it. However, when I make my way to our usual table, I see her . That little fucking vixen with red hair. I stand back a little and watch her long pale legs in black heels as she walks, but my eyes have a connection to my dick, I guess, because they travel to her ass. It’s barely covered by some white cloth. An urge so strong to take her over my knee and spank the shit out of her, surfaces. I’m an ass man, and her ass definitely grabs my attention. Especially as her hips sway from left to right when she carries her drink tray like she owns this place.
    When she stops, I finally shake my way out of my wet dream and adjust my dick in my jeans. I part the crowd, watching her the entire time. Her demeanor is different tonight. She talks to the people at the table and smiles seductively as she bends down in front of Jax. I’m sure he’s got a clear shot of her tits like everyone on this side can see her ass while she posts it up.
    At first, this girl showing her goodies like one of the Candy store strippers confuses me, but I remember her anger with Trudy. Turning my head toward the bar, I see Trudy as she waits on another customer. It’s obvious she hasn’t seen anything yet. The girl’s too sweet for this chick to come in and try to ruin her.
    It’s time to take control of this situation, so I make my way toward the stage and have the DJ cut the music. I planned to do this the other night, but shit happened before I could. The crowd isn’t too happy at first, of course, but when they see me walk up and grab the mike, they go fucking nuts. I give a crooked smile, and then look at Blaire who is still trying to whore herself out to Jax.
    “How’s everyone doin’ tonight?” Screams pierce my ears, but I keep my eyes on Red who’s now standing and looking straight at me. Right into