Page 110 of Preacher Man

“Maybe. But are you just fabricating a job for me? Because I don’t want that, Preacher. I can find something else.”

“Nope. We need someone in-house, we talked about it for a while. We can get you set up in one of the back rooms, get your supplies and then it’s as and when we need you.”

“Okay. If you talk to Rider and he’s interested I can bring my portfolio by later tonight.”

Having Ruby around the club on the regular … not old lady status yet...

Preacher grinned, leaned in to take a kiss from her.

A deep eating kiss. Ruby smiled into it, her little teasing tongue making him grunt and take more.

Not quite old lady. But close enough.

******

Grinder was an old-school type of tracker having learned everything from his daddy and uncle when he was little more than a boy in shorts. Long before he had a beard and his massive cock. Following in their footsteps was a natural progression, plus he wasn't good at anything else, but rather than become a bounty hunter as they were, his uncle had his own successful business in Vegas, he’d joined the Renegade Souls and became their exclusive tracker.

What he was doing right now had nothing to do with the club. It was so far removed from club business he was teetering into stalker territory.

Not sure how his pops would feel about him right now either.Leave emotion out of it, son.

Gray eyes turned darker from his mood, going left and right, taking in everything he saw. He had a way of seeing everything in one sweep.

Chicks always said he had evil eyes.Slate evil, one chick had screamed at him when he’d dumped her. She was crazy, so she had no basis to call him evil. Bitch had smashed up his condo that night.

Call him whatever.

Grinder got the job done. He couldn’t settle in his own skin with a job half finished until he’d found his mark. He loved earning his money the hard way. The right way.

This wasn’t a job. It wasn’t even recon for a future job.

He was down in the dirt, using his little binoculars for his own personal reasons.

Having heard she was back in town he’d just had to check this shit out for himself because from his reckoning she wouldn't even dare. But it was looking as if she fucking did dare.

Of fucking course, his crazy ass was crouched in the filth of Armado Springs because of a chick. But why here, why fucking now? Was what he wanted to know.

Wasn’t it always because of a fucking pussy.

So goddamn civilized he was in his leather cut beneath his jacket while the sun beat down on his beanie covered head.

Now he wasn’t like most of his brothers, a slave to the pink and the wet. He could go months and not dig into anything. There was a time and a place for sex by his reckoning, and choosing any pussy just wasn’t for him. If he was gonna lose his mind for an hour then he wanted to make it count, make it memorable, he could work his dick better than most, so why settle for mediocre? It made perfect sense.

He liked the club groupies and he wasn’t a saint, he’d hit up some of them. That little Marietta was a witch with sucking cock, straight up pulled the come out of him in three easy pulls, but again, he was particular.

You’re face first in the dirt, jackoff, not so particular now, are ya? Dickheads in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones, wasn’t that what his aunt Kate used to say? It should have been a damn wake up call. He rumbled a growl from inside his ribs, annoyed at himself, but here he still was,what a chump, he thought, lifting the binoculars up to his face again and trained it on one window.

Why here and why now? Fuck, he hated mysteries.

Did you hear Luxe was back in town for the Apollo King’s shindig thing? Was all it had taken to send Grinder’s tracker gears into fucking orbit. She was back, was she? It had taken him precisely nine hours and thirty-six minutes to get the information he needed. He hadn’t slept yet, no time to sleep, he had a bush to choose for cover. He didn’t want some other sucker to get the good realty.

His eyes frozen immobile. Not even drawing breath into his lungs because for a second as he saw a slight movement behind the blinds inside the motel room up on the balcony, he had a memory flash of wanting to kill this chick.

Sounds resonated with the early hour of the day. Birds chirped in the distance and slight traffic driving by. Grinder was well masked in the shrubbery. He was literally hiding in fucking bushes.

Stalking Jackass.

No wonder he wanted to kill her.