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wasn’t a big communicator when it came to women. Suck my dick; roll over; spread your legs; were a few of my favorite phrases. I’d allowed my anger at Rita’s selfishness to mold my attitudes about the fairer sex. Olympia’s uppity behavior these past years hadn’t done anything to improve it. Add in the gold-digging bitches I took to my bed, and my view of women wasn’t getting any better with time.
    I had two boys from my marriage to Rita, and I didn’t have clue how to raise them. They’d been real mama’s boys in every sense of the word. I was only thirty-one, but they were a handful, easily wearing me out. I couldn’t keep a nanny, no matter how much I paid.
    I’d asked Rita to be my old lady at eighteen and married her six months later when we found out she was pregnant. She’d gotten clean and we had Joseph, now referred to as Joey. He was turning thirteen next month and wanted to follow in my footsteps. He planned to patch in as soon as he was old enough.
    His younger brother, Jordon Vance, JV to the guys, was the polar opposite. Artistic, intelligent, and far too feminine for my taste; he wanted nothing to do with the biker lifestyle. Granted he was only eight, and things could change. The two fought constantly, giving me a headache that never quite went away, no matter how many pain relievers I tossed down.
    Being raised in the club by its members, their old ladies and a swarm of their busybody women friends wasn’t ideal, but at this point, I didn’t see any other options. At least they were well cared for. Any one of my brothers would die to protect them.
    “Hey, earth to Boon. Where did you go?” Olympia snapped her fingers, interrupting my silent worry session. “Your eyes kind of glazed over.”
    “Got a few things on my mind. This was good, though. I appreciate the lunch, but I need to get back to work.” I had no intention of sharing my secret concerns with someone like Olympia, who would undoubtedly find a way to use them against me.
    She wasn’t letting me off that easy. “What’s the big hurry?”
    “Well, I scheduled three days for your job, and despite your offer to pay more, I’ve got other projects lined up.” I sounded harsher than I intended.
    “Fine. Suit yourself,” she snipped.
    Pushing my plate back, I rose from the table and went to find my jeans, which I’d tossed on a chair by the pool.
    A door slammed and footsteps approached from behind. “What the hell is he doing down here?” a male voice snapped.
    Yanking on my pants, I ignored the heated voices. I had no doubt about who’d intruded. It had to be the ATF asshole, Conner Mills. Evidently, he didn’t appreciate stopping by to find his future wife hanging out with the biker who’d been hired to remodel her bathroom.
    It was probably for the best anyway. I needed to put some serious distance between myself and the mayor’s daughter.
    Not bothering to stop, I thanked Sheila for feeding us, and headed back upstairs.
    An hour later, I was too curious not to check on Olympia.
    Standing on the balcony, I had a clear view of her and Conner kissing below. He whispered something and she giggled. “How could you be jealous of a thug like him? You should know me better than that. I was just being nice. I’d never be with a lowlife biker. I can’t believe you.” She slapped his arm playfully. “I learned to be the gracious hostess from my mom. She always fed the help.”
    The help? Lowlife biker? Thug?
    At my sides, my hands fisted; I took a deep breath, exhaling out my nose like a bull - a raging bull ready to fucking stampede.
    That stuck up little bitch.
    For a minute during lunch, I’d almost been willing to change my mind about her. Now? Not a chance. She was everything I’d thought she was and worse. Conner was definitely the right guy for her.
    Fuck this. I was done for the day.
    I gathered my tools and left the mess, something I never did. Tomorrow it would be all business for me. She could flaunt her