Undercover at the MC Book 2: Navy & West

NAVY

The garage work is unexpectedly enjoyable, reminding me of my Navy days. Plus, West’s humor and company make it even more fun. Jackson, however, seems to have had enough of him by the end of the day, but I haven’t.

Back home, Jackson and I freshen up and have a light meal. Jackson mentions there’ll be food at the club, so we don’t want to overeat. Around nine o’clock, we drive to the clubhouse.

I am unsure of what to expect and feel a bit on edge. As we approach, two men at the gate recognize Jackson and let us through. The number of parked cars is impressive, but the sight of all those motorcycles leaves me speechless.

“Holy… Mother…,” I begin, earning a chuckle from Jackson.

“There are more than usual because it’s an open night, but it’s quite a sight, isn’t it?” he says as we exit the car.

“Is a patch party always this crowded? I thought it would be…more intimate,” I mumble.

Jackson nods in agreement. “It depends on what the man of the evening wants… And West… he likes a crowd,” he says, rolling his eyes.

I chuckle. I’ve only met West once, but he does strike me as more outgoing than reserved.

“Steel! Big giant!” someone shouts. We turn to see a thin, tattooed man.

“So…you have to call me Steel here,” Jackson whispers to me before walking over to greet the man.

“Ink, this is my brother,” Jackson introduces me. I smile at Ink and extend my hand.

“Hi… Uh… Navy, nice to meet you,” I say. He shakes my hand with enthusiasm.

“Are you sure you’re related? You’re smiling…,” he teases, winking at me.

Jackson mumbles something and walks off.

“Welcome, man. Steel mentioned you might come by sometime,” Ink says as we follow Jackson inside.

The room is brightly lit, with tables and chairs moved aside for standing tables. Some people are playing pool and darts, with scantily clad women vying for their attention. My gaze shifts to a large bar where men are drinking and chatting.

A tall woman with curly brown hair is washing dishes, and another scantily clad woman with a blonde bob is pouring whiskey.

“The VP is in the house! Let’s get started!” someone shouts, and the room erupts in cheers.

“I have to go to Hammer for the official part. Feel free to get a beer…,” Jackson mutters before disappearing into the crowd. Ink pats my back and follows him.

I spot an empty bar stool and take a seat. The man next to me seems lost in his own world, his eyes glazed over, likely from alcohol.

“You’re new…,” the woman with the curly brown hair says, extending her hand with a warm smile. I shake her hand, charmed by her beauty and infectious laugh.

“Ash… Navy, nice to meet you. I’m Jackson’s brother,” I say, realizing I’ll have to get used to not using my real name. I make a mental note to ask Jackson how important it is to keep my real name a secret.

“Morgan, Hammer’s wife. Steel mentioned you. Nice to meet you! What can I get you to drink, dear?” she asks, her enthusiasm giving me a comforting, motherly vibe.

“Beer, please,” I reply, smiling. Within seconds, a cold beer is placed in front of me.

“Hey there! I’m Jada!” a voice chirps, so high-pitched that I have to work to keep my face from scrunching up. It’s always a bit grating when someone’s voice hits that particular note.

“Hi, Navy,” I respond, offering a polite handshake to the other woman behind the bar. Her cleavage is threatening to spill out of her top as she leans in close.

“I haven’t seen you around here before… If you need any help with anything, just let me know! I can help you with everything…,” she offers, winking suggestively. I nearly choke on my beer. Her intentions couldn’t be clearer.

“Jada, there’s a customer over there who wants two whiskeys,” Morgan interrupts, her voice laced with irritation. Jada turns away, her face falling in disappointment.

“She can be a bit…forward,” Morgan confides. I chuckle, relieved that she picked up on my lack of interest in Jada’s proposition.

“Ladies and Gentlemen! The man of the hour!” a voice booms, and I swivel around to see Jackson, West, and another man standing on a makeshift stage. I figure the third man must be Hammer, the club’s president.

“This guy wants to join our club!” Hammer announces. My gaze shifts to West, who’s practically vibrating with excitement. Jackson, ever the brooding type, stands rigidly next to him, clearly uncomfortable with all the attention.

It’s amusing that my socially awkward, standoffish older brother holds such a high rank in the club. Only those who manage to get close to him know he’s a good guy, unless you cross him on a bad day.

“Do you think he’s earned his place as an official member? Or should we keep him as a prospect a bit longer?” Hammer teases. The men around me erupt in cheers. West rolls his eyes, but he can’t hide his grin.

“West has already sworn his oath to me, so there’s not much I can do about it now. But… West, in front of all our brothers… Welcome to the club!” Hammer bellows. He steps forward to rip the Prospect patch off West’s cut.

Jackson steps up to replace it with an Enforcer patch, then they both shake West’s hand and exit the stage.

“Let’s party!!!” West hollers. The room fills with music as the lights dim. Disco lights flicker on, and West hops off the stage to a chorus of congratulations.

I hang back, deciding to congratulate West later. He doesn’t know me well, so I’ll wait my turn. But it seems I won’t have to seek him out after all, as he’s making his way over to me.

“Navy! So glad you could make it,” he greets me, his words slightly slurred. I chuckle, suspecting he’s already had a few drinks.

“Congrats, man,” I say, offering my hand. West bypasses the handshake for a bear hug. He smells like fresh aftershave and beer, a combination that’s oddly appealing.

“Thanks! Let’s do a shot of whiskey to celebrate,” he suggests, clapping me on the shoulder as we settle at the bar.

“Two shots of whiskey, please, Jada darling,” he requests, winking at her.

Jada blushes and hurries to fill the order. When she returns, she leans over the bar to look at West.

“I want to congratulate you, darling,” she whispers, pulling him into a kiss.

West stiffens but doesn’t pull away, refusing to open his mouth to her probing tongue. He gently pushes her away, chuckling awkwardly and rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks flushed.

“Um… Thanks, Jada,” he mumbles.

Jada giggles and moves on to other customers, but not before blowing him a kiss.

“That was…awkward,” West admits. I can’t help but grin at his flustered expression.

“Cheers,” I say, clinking my shot glass against his.

“Fuck… One more?” he suggests.

I shrug. Why not?

An hour and nine shots later, West and I are thoroughly drunk. Jackson has already come by to tell me to slow down.

“West, you’re a riot!” Morgan’s voice rings out, her eyes rolling in exasperation.

“Seriously, you two need to cool it. Navy, you look like you’re about to keel over,” she warns, her gaze landing on me.

I can’t help but agree with her. It’s been ages since I’ve had this much to drink, and my body is practically humming with the effects.

West lets out a sigh, his words slurred as he announces, “I’m horny.”

I can’t help but laugh at his candidness. “Join the club,” I mumble, resting my head on my hand as I let my gaze wander over West.

He’s so far gone he doesn’t even notice my blatant staring, which suits me just fine. I noticed it the first time I met him, but West is a sight to behold.

His eyes are so captivating, it’s hard to look away.

“How about we find a Devil’s girl and share her? They seem to enjoy that,” he suggests, his eyebrows waggling suggestively.

I shrug noncommittally. I’d rather have him all to myself, but I get the feeling he doesn’t swing that way.

As the alcohol clouds my judgment, I try to think rationally. I’m not attracted to any of the women here, but the man in front of me, watching me with anticipation, is a different story.

Despite the nagging voice in my head warning me this could end badly, I find myself nodding in agreement.

What’s the worst that could happen? I think to myself.