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face. Knowing defeat was imminent, I happily slapped Apple-Pie’s ass.
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“Shit Crabby that’s my first bike ride.”
As I help Apple-Pie dismount from the bike, she flings her arms around my neck and delivered a wet kiss, which I was more than happy to accept and return.
“Come on, let’s go face everyone.”
Apple-Pie frowned as she faced the door, and then wiped her hands on the ass of her denims, before taking her crutches out of my hand.
“Do you want me to carry you in?”
At Apple-Pie’s glower, I snigger before escorting her to the door.
“Ready.”
“Ready.”
This was our first trip to the club since Apple-Pie’s release from the hospital. When she offered me a smile which was as bright as the chrome on my Harley; my heart rammed into my chest. And it was with a new found buoyancy I placed my hand around her waist and opened the door.
Georgie, one of Apple-Pie’s brothers is the first face I see and he is standing with Tommy. My heart lurches and it was for a different reason this time. Since Rayven and Quick Draw have been connected with the club, Georgie has shown an interest in joining. An interest I thought had died when he went to college
“Did you know Georgie was going to be here?”
“What?”
Apple-Pie’s head swung around to mine as she spoke. Her eyes wide as she resumed her search of the room. Only stopping when she locates her brother. Like the other Winters, he has inherited his mother’s black hair and blue eyes. Unlike Rayven and Apple-Pie who only reach my shoulder, Georgie is nearing six feet.
“Didn’t Tommy say anything to you at the tree lot?”
“No… Fuck no wonder Momma won’t answer her phone, she properly things I put him up to this.”
“I doubt it Apple-Pie.”
“Well, I hope you’re right about that Crabby.”
“Hello to you to Rayven.”
“Don’t you sweet talk me.”
With a laugh, I bend down and place an affectionate kiss on Rayven’s cheek. Her face may be serious; however, her eyes were sparkling.
“It’s about time you two showed up at the club. I was thinking I’d have to send a search party to find you both.”
“Rayven.”
Apple-Pie’s startled yelp reminds me how young she is, and as I was about to apologize to her, Rayven stepped in.
“You chose this life Emily. Or should I say Apple-Pie. So you had better pull up your big girl panties and accept it.”
“I love you Rayven.”
With those words, Apple-Pie dropped her crutches, which I was quick to grab and watch in astonishment as the sisters hugged, while all I received from Tabby, was the death stare.
“Hi Tabby.”
“Church: Now.”
Shit the bastard was in a surly mood.
“Rayven you need to keep that man happy.”
“I do. It’s my family who don’t”
“Crabby!”
“Shit, I’d better go.”
Churlish mood or not, I give Apple-Pie a kiss in front of everyone before hurrying to the room where church is being held. The room is packed and as I walk through the door, Sundance and Trax point to the vacant chair between them, behind them, sat Quick Draw. The wicked expressions on their faces caused my stomach to knot. What the fuck was going on.
As I hesitate at the door, Inferno gently taps the gravel, then points to the chair, which I hastily sit in. As points of business were discussed, I sagely nod my head in the appropriate places, hoping and waiting for news on The Hybrids. Instead, my daydreaming was broken by Inferno’s announcement and an involuntary laugh escaped me as my glance drifted between Inferno and Tabby.
“Two names have been put forward for the position of prospect with Devil’s Comfort. Tommy Bale and Georgie Winters… All those in favor raise your hands.”
The vote was unanimous and both Inferno and Tabby groaned as the room erupted into an uproar. When Inferno finally brought the meeting to an end with no news about The Hybrids, I quickly begin to rise from my chair. Only to be halted in my tracks, when a hand lands on my
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“Shit Crabby that’s my first bike ride.”
As I help Apple-Pie dismount from the bike, she flings her arms around my neck and delivered a wet kiss, which I was more than happy to accept and return.
“Come on, let’s go face everyone.”
Apple-Pie frowned as she faced the door, and then wiped her hands on the ass of her denims, before taking her crutches out of my hand.
“Do you want me to carry you in?”
At Apple-Pie’s glower, I snigger before escorting her to the door.
“Ready.”
“Ready.”
This was our first trip to the club since Apple-Pie’s release from the hospital. When she offered me a smile which was as bright as the chrome on my Harley; my heart rammed into my chest. And it was with a new found buoyancy I placed my hand around her waist and opened the door.
Georgie, one of Apple-Pie’s brothers is the first face I see and he is standing with Tommy. My heart lurches and it was for a different reason this time. Since Rayven and Quick Draw have been connected with the club, Georgie has shown an interest in joining. An interest I thought had died when he went to college
“Did you know Georgie was going to be here?”
“What?”
Apple-Pie’s head swung around to mine as she spoke. Her eyes wide as she resumed her search of the room. Only stopping when she locates her brother. Like the other Winters, he has inherited his mother’s black hair and blue eyes. Unlike Rayven and Apple-Pie who only reach my shoulder, Georgie is nearing six feet.
“Didn’t Tommy say anything to you at the tree lot?”
“No… Fuck no wonder Momma won’t answer her phone, she properly things I put him up to this.”
“I doubt it Apple-Pie.”
“Well, I hope you’re right about that Crabby.”
“Hello to you to Rayven.”
“Don’t you sweet talk me.”
With a laugh, I bend down and place an affectionate kiss on Rayven’s cheek. Her face may be serious; however, her eyes were sparkling.
“It’s about time you two showed up at the club. I was thinking I’d have to send a search party to find you both.”
“Rayven.”
Apple-Pie’s startled yelp reminds me how young she is, and as I was about to apologize to her, Rayven stepped in.
“You chose this life Emily. Or should I say Apple-Pie. So you had better pull up your big girl panties and accept it.”
“I love you Rayven.”
With those words, Apple-Pie dropped her crutches, which I was quick to grab and watch in astonishment as the sisters hugged, while all I received from Tabby, was the death stare.
“Hi Tabby.”
“Church: Now.”
Shit the bastard was in a surly mood.
“Rayven you need to keep that man happy.”
“I do. It’s my family who don’t”
“Crabby!”
“Shit, I’d better go.”
Churlish mood or not, I give Apple-Pie a kiss in front of everyone before hurrying to the room where church is being held. The room is packed and as I walk through the door, Sundance and Trax point to the vacant chair between them, behind them, sat Quick Draw. The wicked expressions on their faces caused my stomach to knot. What the fuck was going on.
As I hesitate at the door, Inferno gently taps the gravel, then points to the chair, which I hastily sit in. As points of business were discussed, I sagely nod my head in the appropriate places, hoping and waiting for news on The Hybrids. Instead, my daydreaming was broken by Inferno’s announcement and an involuntary laugh escaped me as my glance drifted between Inferno and Tabby.
“Two names have been put forward for the position of prospect with Devil’s Comfort. Tommy Bale and Georgie Winters… All those in favor raise your hands.”
The vote was unanimous and both Inferno and Tabby groaned as the room erupted into an uproar. When Inferno finally brought the meeting to an end with no news about The Hybrids, I quickly begin to rise from my chair. Only to be halted in my tracks, when a hand lands on my
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