Undercover at the MC Book 2: Navy & West
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M. Wolf
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Navy returns to his hometown of Ranchdale after years in the Navy, reuniting with his brother Jackson and joining his motorcycle club. As he navigates the gritty world of the Red Devils, Navy finds himself drawn to West, a fellow club member, sparking a complicated and passionate relationship. Amidst the chaos of club life, blackmail, and dangerous secrets, Navy must decide where his loyalties lie and what he truly wants.
Coming Home
Book 2: Navy & West
NAVY
TWO YEARS AGO
I hand the cab driver the fare displayed on the meter and take a moment to look around. It feels surreal to be back in Ranchdale, a city I canāt say Iāve missed. The only things Iāve truly longed for are my family and friends, but most of those friends are now married with kids, and weāve lost touch.
For the past eight years, my life has revolved around Navy missions and aircraft repairs on base. Many of these missions are carried out on massive aircraft carriers in the middle of the ocean, where I, along with several other men, am responsible for everything that can fly.
Adjusting to life on a ship takes some time, and Iāve lost count of how many times Iāve thrown up. The sea can be brutal, and even though the ships are stabilized, theyāre no match for a good storm.
I have a collection of videos featuring me and my brothers sliding around our cabin as the ship rocks, or me missing the toilet and hitting the wall instead during a bout of seasickness. These arenāt the kind of stories anyone wants on film, but theyāre memories Iāll always cherishā¦even if they werenāt always āfun.ā
My parents are currently out of the country, traveling, so I asked my brother if I could crash with him. He told me he has a room at the motorcycle club heās a part of and that I am always welcome at his apartment where he occasionally stays.
I glance at my watchāitās half past six. Jackson said heād be here around this time since the motorcycle garage where he works closes at five. Soon enough, I hear the familiar rumble of an engine and know heās arrived.
Jacksonās always had a thing for Harleys, so it wasnāt a surprise when he bought one after leaving the SEALs. My brother parks his bike and dismounts. Heās always been a big guy, even though Iām not exactly small at six foot two. But Jacksonās size has always been a bit intimidating, even though heās really a big softie.
āLittle brother!ā he laughs, pulling me into a hug. Few people get to see this side of Jackson, and I consider myself lucky to be one of the few who does.
āHey big guy! I missed you!ā I mumble. We head into his house, chatting away.
āI havenāt ordered any food yet because I wanted to wait until I knew what you wanted, soā¦just tell me,ā he says, picking up his phone to answer a message.
āDudeā¦ Iāve been craving kebab and fries for ages,ā I confess. He laughs at my dreamy expression.
āWerenāt they feeding you well over there?ā he teases, grinning.
I roll my eyes. āIāve been living on rice and pasta recipes for the past few months, you asshat. You, of all people, should understand my cravings,ā I retort, playfully punching him in the ribs.
He doesnāt even flinch, just chuckles and places our order. Iāve missed our brotherly banter, and Iām looking forward to spending more time with him.
āI have a question, manā¦,ā Jackson starts, sitting down at the kitchen island with a beer.
I nod and join him.
āIāve been put in charge of the garage, but Iām still looking for a mechanicā¦and I thought of you,ā he says. I canāt help but feel a surge of excitement.
āDudeā¦ That sounds great! But last time we spoke, you said you had enough staff,ā I remind him, and he nods.
āThatās trueā¦ At first it was just West and me, but itās getting busier now, so I could really use an extra hand,ā he admits, taking a swig of his beer. His hand almost makes the bottle disappearāitās almost comical.
āWest? Thatās an odd name,ā I mutter.
Jackson hums in agreement. āYeahā¦thereās something else I need to tell you,ā he chuckles.
I raise my eyebrows in curiosity. āWhat? Is West your boyfriend?ā I joke.
He nearly pushes me off my chair with a growl. āNo, Iām not into guys, you goof,ā he grumbles.
I chuckle awkwardly. Even though his tone isnāt disgusted, itās always a bit uncomfortable for me when someone declares theyāre not into men.
Iāve been wrestling with my own sexuality for years, knowing for quite some time that Iām more attracted to men than women. Itās a tough subject to navigate in the workplace, which is why Iāve kept it to myself. I even go as far as pretending to have a girlfriend for a while, fooling even Jackson into thinking I am in a relationship.
āIāve been hanging with a motorcycle club for a bit, the Red Devilsā¦ Iāve become tight with the president of the club, Reid, who goes by Hammer there. I, uhā¦ My name isnāt Jackson there either. Only Reid knows thatās my real name. They call me Steel thereā¦,ā he mumbles. I stare at him, shocked.
Holy shitā¦ I didnāt see that coming.
The Red Devils are infamous around the city, and the rumors are far from flattering. Thereās a lot of talk about illegal activities, mainly drug trafficking, and I canāt believe heās part of that club.
āHow many illegal things have you done, Jackson?ā I ask, a hint of disappointment in my voice.
āNo, manā¦ They havenāt been involved in anything illegal for a long time! Reid and I have turned the whole club around, and everything is aboveboard now, donāt worry about that,ā he says defensively.
I raise an eyebrow. āReally? So youāre not dealing drugs and stuff?ā I ask, finishing my beer as he shakes his head.
āNo, I wouldnāt have stuck around if we were. Iāve also recently become vice president, so I guess Iām kind of a big deal,ā he says. I find myself secretly impressed by my big brother.
āWe have Westās patch party tomorrow night. Heās becoming an official member and wonāt be a prospect anymore. Come along. Weāll grab some food first, and then itāll be mostly drinks and women.ā He claps a hand on my shoulder as I nod, smiling.
The doorbell rings, and he heads off to probably collect the food.
***
The next day, Jackson has to head to the garage for about three hours, even though itās Saturday. I decide to tag along to see where I might end up working. As we go, Jackson fills me in more about life as a Red Devil, and I find myself more and more intrigued.
There are four different Harleys in the garage being worked on. My heart races as I look at them, knowing Iāll be hunting for my own soon.
āAshā¦ Check out the one in the back, see if you can find where the leak is coming from at the rear. I havenāt had time to do that yet. If you want an overall, theyāre in the staff room through that door.ā I see his long arm pointing to the side from behind a motorcycle, and I spot a door marked Staff Only.
I grab an overall and decide to take off my hoodie to keep it clean. Just as Iām about to zip up my overalls, the door swings open and a guy my age with blond hair freezes, his blue eyes scanning my torso.
āOh hey, dude! You must be Navy, Iām West! Steel said you might come and work here?ā Heās enthusiastic, extending his hand.
I shake it but look at him in surprise.
āNavy?ā is all I manage to get out. He shrugs, pointing behind him.
āThatās what Steel called you.ā He walks farther into the room and grabs an overall from the closet. He takes off his shirt, and I feel a flush of heat as I take in his physique.
He has a softer stomach but a clearly muscular chest. He looks good. He looks so softā¦ But strong at the same timeā¦
I shake my head and glance in Steelās direction. Why did he call me Navy? Thatās odd, isnāt it?
āIām his brother, and I wanted to see if I liked it here,ā I say, avoiding eye contact in hopes of not making him uncomfortable, and partly due to my own physical reaction to the man.
āWelcome, man!ā he says, clapping me on the shoulder as he walks past. He doesnāt have a strong cologne scent, which Iām grateful for.
I need to stop droolingā¦
āDudeā¦ Why does West call me Navy?ā I whisper to him as I sit next to him by the motorcycle heās working on.
āI had to come up with a street name for you on the fly, and this was the first thing that popped into my headā¦ Given your line of work,ā he mutters, keeping his focus on his work and not meeting my gaze.
āHey, Steel! I donāt think Iāve ever heard you string together that many words at once!ā West teases from his corner of the garage, earning a lethal look from Steel.
āShut your trap, jerk,ā Jackson retorts, and I canāt help but laugh at the playful wink and mischievous grin West shoots my way.
This might just be the turning point I need in my life.
