Addictive (The Houston Defiance MC Series Book 2)

a little more than I want them to.
“So?”
Zero pulls me to a stop, making me face him. “Defiance isn’t just an MC, we’re a family, a brotherhood. You join us, and we got your back all the time, no matter fucking what. You’re a part of us, and we support you. I don’t know much about you, but I can tell you’ve had a pretty shitty life with no one looking out for you. Now’s your chance. Let us look out for you. No, let me look out for you.”
This all sounds too good to be true.
“What’s the damn catch?”
“No catch. You come check out the club, you like it, we get the approval from the president, then you stay. You don’t like it, you leave. No strings. Not my problem one way or the other.”
“What if the president doesn’t approve?”
Zero smirks. “I’ll put in a good word, plus he’s my father, so I think you’ll be fine.”
Rolling my shoulders, I exhale. “You’ll help me… with my addiction?”
“Hell, yeah, I’ll help you. Swear on my club and brothers.”
“Okay… I’ll meet with your president.”
Zero smiles. “I’ll call ahead and tell Frenzy you’re coming…” He raises his brow, waiting for me to fill in the blank.
“Talon.”
He places out his hand for me to shake. “Zero, VP of the Houston Defiance MC. Fuckin’ good to meet you, Talon.”
For the first time in a long time, it’s good to meet someone too.

WRAITH
Present Day
Meeting Zero was fate. He brought me into the club, kept me safe, and made me into the man I am today. A better man than I was. I have to help him because he sure as shit helped me more than I deserved.
As Neon, Texas, Chains, Kevlar, and I stride with purpose into the Central Police Station in downtown Houston, the redheaded beauty keeps pace with us. Her immaculate outfit showing how wealthy she is. The blazer would probably fetch close to two grand alone. I know this because when we went through the sell-through trade where we had thugs robbing stores, and we were reselling shit on the black market, we had a lot of this kind of high-quality stuff coming through. High-end fashion. It’s amazing how quickly you have to learn fashion brands when you’re hocking the shit out of them.
Then the stupid thugs got caught one night, and that part of our business dried up. We never went back into it. We ventured into other things like producing and distributing Snow White. Now that’s expanding too. Though with Zero out of action, I’m not sure whether to keep going with the plans to produce the pills or to halt production until we know what’s happening with our president.
I guess this is all shit I need to figure out.
Kevlar pushes the doors to the police station open. It must be weird for him coming back in here, to a place he worked for so long.
Now he’s back—as their enemy.
We stroll in, five bikers and one hot-as-fuck attorney, on a mission to get Zero back.
As soon as we enter, all heads turn. I witness it in their eyes, every cop behind their desk tenses. Anyone wearing this cut is a danger to them, but we’re not here to cause trouble, we just want to know what the fuck is going on.
“I’m here to see my client, Krew Walker. He’s been here long enough without representation. Anything he’s said up to now I want viewed as inadmissible. Take me to him now, or I’ll make sure everyone knows how the Houston Police Department fail in their civic duties at upholding the innocent until proven guilty verdict.”
I raise my brow as the officer behind the counter mumbles some shit under his breath, then moves to the doorway. “Yeah, sure, whatever, lady. C’mon through.”
Finley turns to me and whispers, “I’ll tell him everything you told me. See where his head is at. Hang tight. I’ll get everything I can, then come out with a full report.”
“Thanks. Make sure his headspace is okay. That’s the main thing.”
Her shoulders fall a little as the door buzzes, and the cop leads her through.
Letting out a long exhale, I turn running my hand through my short hair and walk back over to my brothers, noticing the cops behind the barrier eyeing Kevlar. I hate them judging him, so I’m going to do something about it. “Come join the dark side, you’ll love it over here as much as Lieutenant Kevlar does!”
My brothers all snicker, including Kevlar.
“He’s no lieutenant, he lost the right to that rank when he joined you dogs,” one of them rebukes.
I tilt my head. “True. He may have lost his rank, but he gained a family. I’ll tell you now, we look after our own. And for your info… I’d rather be a dog than a dirty pig.”
Texas bellows out an oinking sound making all my brothers chuckle as the cop stands from his seat aggressively pushing his chair back so hard it topples over, but the side door swings open, and Ethan steps out.
“Now, now, boys, let’s just calm down. Defiance, there are chairs over there. Go, sit, and wait for your attorney to come out. All of you, get back to work. There’s no need for a pissing contest. Last thing I need is for there to be piss all over everything.”
I dip my chin at Ethan as my brothers and I start heading over to the waiting area.
Kevlar hesitates, watching his brother bossing everyone around.
That was him once upon a time.
This shit must be so strange for him.
Having the men who had his back once, so visibly turn on him now.
He lost his entire life because he chose the club. Because he