Jerry's Passion: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 6) Read Online Free PDF

he’d put them both in the danger zone. He’d just have to make himself forget her and move on.
    “Fuckin’ good shot.” Banger’s baritone voice punched him in the gut. Turning his head toward the pool tables, he saw Banger and Bear smoking weed, downing shots of Jack, and playing a game of pool. A large stack of bills sat on a nearby table.
    “You ready to pay up?” Bear joked as he inhaled his roach.
    “Not a chance.” Banger chuckled.
    Jerry watched his president’s every move. Guilt assaulted him before tension grabbed at his insides. Banger would beat the shit out of him for touching his little girl, maybe even kill him. He was positive that if Banger ever learned about his antics, he’d lose his patch. Jerry had worked damn hard to become a patched member of the Insurgents MC, and he’d be a goddamned fool to throw it away on a pretty face and some wicked curves. But then there was the lavender scent, and the way her hair felt in his hands, the softness of her skin, her silly laugh, and her incredible lips with the flavor of watermelon on them. Fuck!
    “Hey, what’s up? Missed you at the party last night,” Throttle said as he slid onto the barstool next to Jerry.
    “I had shit to do.” He gulped down the new bottle of beer the prospect placed in front of him.
    “Like what?” Throttle threw back a shot of tequila, then squirted a wedge of lime in his mouth, his lips puckering.
    “Just shit. I gotta fill that order I got for the fender ornaments.”
    “Oh, yeah. Man, this must’ve been the first party you missed since you’ve been patched.”
    “Really? Why the fuck are you keeping count?”
    Throttle shot him a quizzical look. “What the fuck’s your problem? Just making conversation.”
    Steady, man. Why are you ready to rip Throttle’s head off just for making small talk? “I’m just tired. I didn’t get much sleep last night.” He put his lips against the bottle, wishing Throttle would either get the fuck away from him or shut the hell up and drink in silence.
    “I gotta get one of your ornaments. I saw the ones Hawk bought for his shop when I was helping out last week, and they’re wicked. How much you selling them for?”
    Jerry gritted his teeth. “Depends on the style, but they go from fifteen bucks to two hundred fifty big ones.”
    “Do you think you can bring some?”
    Clenching his jaw, he swiveled on the stool and faced Throttle. “Why the fuck don’t you go to Hawk’s goddamned store and check them out?”
    Throttled narrowed his eyes. “I fuckin’ told you I did, but I wanted to see what else you had. Fuckin’ change your attitude before I beat your ass.”
    Jerry leapt off the barstool, quickly followed by Throttle. Both men stood rigid, staring at one another, nostrils flaring, chests rising up and down.
    “What’s going on here?” Rosie asked as she came up beside Jerry.
    Lola followed suit, only she stood next to Throttle. “You guys look like you’re out for blood.”
    “Stay the fuck outta this,” Jerry growled at the women.
    Rosie curled her hand around his arm. “I missed you last night, honey.”
    “Get the fuck away,” he hissed, shaking her hand off him.
    Her face fell as she stepped backward. “Why you mad at me? I didn’t do anything.”
    “I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at—” He stopped short. He was fucking mad at himself . Throwing his beer bottle across the bar, he walked to the front door. Before he stepped out into the sunshine, he heard Throttle say, “I just fuckin’ asked him if I could see his damn fender ornaments. All he had to say was no.”
    He jumped on his Harley and fired up his engine, ignoring Chas as he pulled into the parking lot, and rode away from the club.

Chapter Four
    T he first few days of the week were a blur of studies and parties. Final exams were fast approaching, and Kylie threw herself wholeheartedly into her studies. She hadn’t heard from Jerry since they’d texted the previous Sunday. At the