Page 9 of Brandishing Betrayals (Devil’s Psychos MC #2)

Stone grunted. “You think Dagger’s right? Something more going on with her? That shit with Tish was pretty brutal. Maya had never reacted like that before…and the beat down she delivered on Tish? Maybe it rattled her?”

I frowned. “She claims she knew she was pregnant when she left, but she was drinking that night, wasn’t she? That part doesn’t make sense. Even if she was rattled about the fight, that’s no excuse not to tell us, anyone of us could have been the father.”

Stone grunted again. “Just cause he’s your mini, don’t mean me and Dagger aren’t his father too.”

A smile finally pulled at my lips. I nodded slowly, “Yeah man.”

“What’s the plan? You’re just driving aimlessly here,” Stone said.

“I dunno. Go home I guess?” I shrugged.

“We could go back to Maya’s like you told Luke. Have dinner with them,” Stone suggested.

“Dinner’s hours away yet, and should we impose like that with her parents?”

“Yes. Let’s go impose, put a little pressure on her,” Stone said.

“And what, stand around watching her cut the grass why we wait? My dick won’t be able to handle that, bro.”

Stone chuckled sardonically. “She was already pretty sweaty. It’s hot as balls outside.”

“Fucking hell, bro,” I groaned, but turned the truck around the block again and headed for Maya’s parents’ house. “I guess we’re doing yard work then.”

Another minute later we were pulling into the driveway.

“Holy fucking hell,” Marcos groaned, taking in Maya as she continued to cut sections of the yard with the push mower.

She wasn’t facing them, so she probably hadn’t seen them, but they had full view of her bare back, and massive fucking tattoo the spanned the entire thing.

“Holy shit,” Stone breathed.

Massive angel wings spread across the smooth expanse of olive skin, with intricate shading and detailed feathers. It was a masterpiece of a design, true artwork. And it was hot as hell.

“Fuck meee,” I groaned.

“You sure she didn’t know we were coming over today? Purposely dressed like that?”

“No,” I denied. “I didn’t know I was coming here until I said it to you…that’s just how she always dressed in the summer, bikini and cut offs.”

“I remember,” Stone grumbled.

Maya turned toward us, mowing the next row of grass, and we watched as her tits bounced as she moved.

Her hips swayed seductively, and my eyes immediately zoomed in on her narrowed waist and the tattoos inked on her ribs and down her side.

She had a gorgeous hourglass figure, with big tits and thick thighs that I just wanted to smother my face in between. “Fuck,” I breathed.

Maya didn’t stop mowing until she reached the driveway. She shut off the mower and waited.

“I guess we’re doing yard work, bro,” I told my buddy before I got out of the truck.

“Fuck my life,” Stone grumbled, but opened his door.

Maya didn’t say anything as I rounded the front of the truck. She stood where she was and watched both of us warily. I was getting really tired of her silence, of her careful watchful eyes. She saw too much and showed too little, despite being half naked in the blazing sun.

“Luke was hanging with his friends, said he had plans,” I explained as I walked toward her. “He said to ask you if we could stay for dinner.”

Maya stilled, her limbs locking tight. I wouldn’t have noticed had I not been watching her so carefully for any kind of reaction.

She was so good at masking her feelings, I found I had to watch her extra closely.

Her eyelids fluttered slightly, and her nostrils flared, her limbs locked, all for just a moment before she nodded slowly.

“He with a girl? Blond hair down to her ass?”

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“Melanie, she lives next door.” Maya pointed behind her, where the nearest house was a good hundred yards away.

I nodded absently, “It cool if we stay for dinner?”

Again, Maya froze ever so slightly. I smirked internally; I loved getting under her skin.

She clearly wasn’t used to it anymore. She shrugged a shoulder.

“Sure, dinners at five thirty, I’ll be mowing.

” She bent over slightly to pull the rope on the mower to start it and I got a nice view down her bikini, almost seeing nipple, before she straightened and turned away from us, creating another row as she walked away.

“Awfully big yard to be doing by hand,” Stone commented.

“Yeah, I’ve seen her using a tractor before,” I said. “There’s a shed out back.”

Stone grunted, but turned toward the backyard. We walked around the side of the house and headed for the shed tucked back behind the detached garage. We found the tractor We were looking for in the open shed, along with a weed-whacker and blower.

I jumped up on the tractor and tried to fire it up. When it sputtered and refused to turn over, I quickly realized why Maya was cutting the front yard by hand. “Well shit,” I grumbled and climbed off the tractor.

Stone popped up the front hood and looked underneath.

The tractor was an older model John Deer that had clearly been taken care of well, but with how Maya’s dad was meticulous about his shit, it made sense.

Since the accident, I hadn’t seen him. Maya said he was bed-bound, which was why she moved home in the first place.

Stone messed with the spark plugs, pulling them out and putting them back again. He put his hand on the seat and leaned, putting weight there for the sensors to register it, then tried cranking the engine again. When it fired right up, he motioned to me.

“Alright, I’ll drive, you trim.” I pointed toward the weed-whacker hanging on the wall.

We spent the next two hours mowing the lawn and weed whacking around trees and bushes.

After Stone finished, he pulled out a sidewalk edger and cleaned up the overgrowth around the driveway and sidewalk.

Then he went around blowing the grass off all the surfaces and blowing any grass in the street back into the yard.

There was no reason for grass to be in the street, it killed bikers daily. Blow the damn grass back into the yard and save a life.

At some point, Maya had gone inside, leaving us to finish without her.

I was annoyed and grateful at the same time when she disappeared.

She had been an utter distraction and my dick was still hard as nails in my pants from her barely there clothing.

I was getting sick of her stonewalling though, the absolute nonchalance from her was rage inducing.

I was already planning everything I would bring up during dinner. I was tired of her brushing me off, I wanted answers—and if I had to put her on the spot in front of her mother, I would.