Bruiser’s CaressWarpath MC #2 Raven Scott Elizabeth Knox Contents Warpath MC Members Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Also by Raven Scott Also by Elizabeth Knox Bruiser’s Caress This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead are entirely coincidental. © 2021 Raven Scott & Elizabeth Knox. 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Anxiety clawed at my gut, gouging deeper the past few days, and my ears rang from the intensity of it. No matter what I did, I just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was up, and one thing I always knew to do was trust my gut. After all, your gut never lies to you. “Are you still coming up with a route for tomorrow?” Blinking hard, my gaze snapped to Parker as he sauntered into the living room. His brown, wavy hair was getting long and curled around his ears, and I nodded mutely. Handing me a beer, he sat in his overstuffed recliner, kicking up his feet with a satisfied groan. “Today sucked. Whatever route you do decide on, make it long and scenic.” “I’m thinkin’ that’s what I might do, yeah. I can’t shake this feeling.” I cracked open my beer setting the cap on the coffee table, and Parker shot me a quizzical look. “I don’t know. I just feel like something’s up, and it’s not good. This is a huge haul, but it’s not anything I haven’t managed before. It’s paltry compared to what my uncle used to have me run, but every time I get this feeling, it’s never been wrong.” “Well, then we should listen to it. What about taking the longest winding route up around Yellowstone and through Flathead?” Parker took a swig of his beer bottle with a flourish, and I smirked a little before his hiss cut through the living room. He had a wild night the other day with this tourist passin’ through town. Turns out she bit his lip and made the fucker bleed. I’d put my money on the fact he’d hissed ‘cause of it. “Fuck, man. Today was the absolute pits. I stuck my ass in a crawl space, and I stepped into a huge ant colony. I didn’t even know ants lived in isolation. Needless to say, I was even less happy than the dude that contracted me. I might’ve lost my shit on him a bit. Like, fuck, have those things you plug in your wall to keep the bugs away or something. It’s not that damn hard.” Yeah, okay. Fucker’s too much of a pussy to admit a wild girl took a chunk out of him. “That’s what you get for being an electrician, Parker. It’s barely a step up from a plumber. What’d he say?” Thankful for the change in subject, I gulped down half my bottle as Parker’s lip curled in a snarl. He was lean, mean, and could handle himself in a fight, but he talked all the God damn time. “I guess the important thing is what he didn’t say.” “He threatened not to pay me if I didn’t finish the job. I told him I wanted the ants gone before I took my ass back in there, then pointed out the fact the structure wasn’t safe. Can you believe he said he was gonna sue me for damages, so I said, ‘okay, that’s fine,’ and left without fixing his electricity. Now, he’s stuck in a heatwave with no AC, rotting food in his fridge, and I have his security deposit. He can sue me if he wants. He’s the one that had me come in knowing the structure was compromised. Plus, he threatened legal action. That’s when a smart person says, ‘good, have your lawyer contact mine, all communication will be through them, now’.” Parker caught my eyes to grin impishly, his straight, white teeth glinting as light reflected off his beer bottle. “Not that you’d get a lawyer involved, Bruiser. Since we’re startin’ the club up and shit these days, I figure it’s best to not do anythin’ stupid, so I acted all professional and shit. Anyway, as much as today sucked, I’m looking forward to tomorrow. It’s not often you unglue your ass from Spyder’s—” “Fuck you, Parker.” He only grinned wider, showing off shallow dimples, as he settled deep into his chair. I sat back to bluster a sigh, knowing where this conversation was going. “He couldn’t come, anyway. We knew it before he even got back together with Bailey that Spyder would have to sit this out. My uncle doesn’t like him, and he doesn’t like my uncle.” “That’s what you’re for anyway, right? Your uncle likes you, and you’re buds with Spyder, which makes them both money, so they tolerate each other. I mean, I
