Ride Or Die (Hell's Tribe MC Series) [Book 5]

Chapter 7: Mr. Right-now

Happy Christmas week! I decided to update a little earlier this week because I might have something in store for you guys later on ;) I hope you enjoy chapter 7!

~Carter~

It had been hours—very long and painful hours that I had been stuck in the clubhouse with a bunch of old people and children. And while I loved all the club kids as much as the next person, they were starting to get my nerves. Lucas and Ethan were chasing Harlow and Harper around from the moment they got here, and Joanie's kids had been crying for hours since they were all sick. There was absolutely nothing good on T.V, and my laptop had died the second I turned on Netflix and I forgot the charger back at the house. I tried to watch it on my phone for a while, but the screen was so small it was giving me a headache. It was safe to say, I was bored out of my fucking mind. Lockdowns were always particularly painful to endure—I mean, I was basically stuck in a confined space with nearly all of my family members for days on end. What kind of fucking masochist would enjoy that? But, this lockdown was particularly rough, mostly because I had no one to distract me. Usually, during lockdowns, the women would all get drunk and make an ass of themselves, providing me with endless entertainment like a live fucking show. Unfortunately, without my mom around to be the ringleader, all the old ladies were about as lively as seniors in an old-folks home. I'd just found out today that Ronnie was knocked up and unable to drink, Joanie was also preggo and caring for her sick kids, Nora called it quits after one mimosa, and Trudy just wasn't the same without her sidekick. That left me with nothing to do but twiddle my damn thumbs.

I sat in my designated lockdown bedroom—the only room in the clubhouse that gave me access to my secret escape route, for a while, only before I decided I'd had enough of the solitude. The kids might be rambunctious, but at least they were a topic of conversation.

I let out a sigh and threw my laptop on the bed, hoping it would magically charge itself by the time I went back to my room. I shut the door behind me as I headed down the hallway, slamming into a hard figure just as I was about to round the corner. I staggered back, using the wall as leverage to brace myself for impact. Fortunately for me, I was able to maintain my footing before I toppled to the floor.

"Shit, sorry," the brick wall I had slammed into mumbled.

I looked up, not surprised to see that it was Mr. Stone wall himself that I had rammed into. "Jesus, Blaze, if you wanted to have me up against you, all you had to do was ask. There's no need to bodycheck me," I teased, hoping to finally earn a laugh.

I didn't.

His face remained as expressionless as possible. He was all muscles and angles, and cold hard man. I swear I had never even seen the guy smile and he had been here for a couple of months at this point. He was too high strung—almost as bad as Bucky.

He let out a groan and shook his head. "Carter, I'm not interested."

I scoffed and stifled a laugh as I crossed my arms over my chest. "And you think I am?" I questioned, placing a hand on my hip—as if he'd be so lucky.

"I don't know," he said, throwing his hands up in the air. "It sure as fuck seems like it."

"Why do you say that?" I asked, taking a step towards him.

I saw his breath hitch in his throat as I approached, and this was the very reason I always said something inappropriate around him.

"Uhh—this right here," he nervously mumbled, gesturing between the two of us.

I let out a laugh and put some distance between us, cos this guy clearly couldn't handle me. "Relax, Blaze. I'm not trying to bone you or anything," I informed.