Free Between Embers (Lost Kings MC #5.5): A Companion to White Heat: Three Short Stories by Autumn Jones Lake Page A

he is, Wrath grunts. “She’s a good girl.”
    “Where we at on my supply?” Stump asks.
    Wrath answers that question. “We’re still tight. Demand’s high. We have certain people aware of our connection, so you might want to look into that.”
    Stump cocks his head to the side. “Maybe the leak’s on your end.”
    “Unlikely,” I answer.
    Father and son share a look, but don’t comment further. As if they’re already aware there might be a problem in their crew.
    Not my business.
    To keep the peace, I offer up a small quantity that the club agreed to ahead of time. “Sparky set aside an O for you to take home.”
    Stump aims a pissed-off biker expression my way. An ounce is way under the quantity the Demons were looking to purchase.
    “On the house,” Wrath adds. “It’s a new strain Sparky cultivated. Slightly higher THC count.”
    Stump’s irritation disappears. Who can be mad about free weed? Especially the quality shit we’re known for growing.
    “Appreciate that,” he says.
    Thank fuck for Sparky and his miracle green thumbs. “Just talk to Sparky or Stash before you leave.”
    “Anything else?” Wrath asks. He’s calm and controlled. Only because I know him so well is it obvious that he’s itching to get this over with.
    While Stump’s a decent guy, he’s also a talker. Something Wrath doesn’t have a whole lot of patience for. Honestly, I don’t have much patience for it either since I want to get back to Lilly.
    Stump’s face pulls into a mask of seriousness. “I have a request.”
    “Actually, I do,” Chaser says. “My son, Dylan. He’s gonna be at Empire State next semester. I’m—”
    “You want us to look out for him?” I ask.
    “Kind of. He’s a good kid. Not a lot of trouble.” He nods at Wrath. “He’s been in MMA since—”
    “Since his sister pelted him in the ass with her BB gun,” Stump interrupts with a laugh. “That’s how he got tagged with Target.”
    “Good road name.” I snicker.
    Chaser sighs and runs his hand over his chin. “Yeah.”
    Wrath actually cracks a smile. “The sister’s not coming too, is she?”
    Stump glares at Wrath for asking about his granddaughter, even though we all know Wrath didn’t mean anything by it. “Fuck no. She ain’t—”
    “Anyway,” Chaser says, interrupting his father. “He’d like to train with you.” He nods at Wrath.
    “He can come into Furious whenever. No problem,” Wrath says. He does not say anything about having the kid up to the clubhouse.
    “He ride?” I ask.
    The old man’s face pulls down in disgust, while Chaser rolls his eyes. “Fuckin’ rice burner,” Stump spits out.
    Next to me, Wrath’s choking down his laughter. Obviously, his grandson’s choice of bike is killing Stump.
    Chaser shrugs. “He bought it with his own money.”
    “I’ll still let him train at Furious,” Wrath says, barely keeping the grin off his face.
    “We’ve had trouble with the Viper charter trying to push up from Pennsylvania. Just in case. Want to make sure he’s protected.”
    “He living on campus?” I ask.
    Chaser shrugs. “Think so. Haven’t ironed it all out yet.”
    “You got our numbers. Let us know what you need. We’ll keep an eye on him.” Wrath gives me a look, like he’s not interested in babysitting some other club’s kid. But we have a long history with the Demons. Helping them out isn’t a big hardship and earns us a favor down the road.
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    “ M ISS ME ?” Z asks, leaning over the back of my chair. His fingertips brush over my bare shoulder, setting off sparks of desire.
    “Actually, yes.” Why lie?
    He pulls me out of my chair, making Trinity laugh. His hands fit over my hips, yanking me close to dance for a few songs. Every press of his body against mine makes me wish we were alone.
    After Hope and Rock make their exit—and Z made it clear he expects me to stay over—I’m ready to rip his clothes off and have my way with him in the woods if need be.
    “You’ve