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I’m hearing.
“Are you trying to say you’re more worried about my girl than I am?” I ask in a controlled tone. I’m furious enough to consider planting my fist in his face but also sort of amused.
To my astonishment, he closes his mouth and sits back against the desk. “No.”
Z’s still ping-ponging between the two of us. “Can we focus on the bigger problem here?” Z puts his hands up. “I’m upset about Hope seeing that shit too, but she handled it fine. Our bigger problem is the Vipers. Why the fuck did they plant Gabby here? Why’s she so concerned about you? And how’d she know who to send the video to?”
Christ, Z’s acting more presidential than I am.
“You’re right, brother,” I answer.
“We can’t fire Gabriella. We should keep closer tabs on her,” Wrath suggests.
Z shakes his head. “Don’t look at me.”
“No, you dick.” Wrath nods at me. “The kid I told you about from the gym, Twitch? He’s a stealthy little fucker. Be a good way to see if he’s prospect material.”
“All right. Have Hoot check in with him though. I don’t want him going into Viper territory alone.”
“Got it.”
“Are we done here? Because I’d rather not leave Hope out there any longer.”
The two asses laugh. “She’s here? Fuck, I hope she’s not up on stage,” Wrath jokes.
“I hope she is,” Z answers but drops his smirk when he sees my face. “Still not in a joking mood, prez?”
“Not about Hope. Never about her.”
My first fifteen minutes hanging out with Willow aren’t too bad. She presents herself as a bit of an airhead to any of the men who come up to the bar. But when we’re alone she’s got a fantastic, biting wit, cracking jokes about everything and anyone in sight.
The only way to describe my next ten minutes is awkward. While Willow’s busy washing glasses, I swivel my stool around to watch the girls on stage. Somehow it’s not as vulgar as I expected. These girls shed their clothes in a graceful, almost artistic way, that’s hard not to appreciate.
It also makes me never, ever want to get naked in front of Rock again. But we’ll save the Diary of Hope’s Body Image Issues for another time.
Between songs, I spot a short brunette stalking toward the bar. She’s dressed in street clothes, but seems so at ease, I assume she works here.
“Everything okay?” Willow asks, when the girl sits next to me.
“Yeah, I guess.” Now that her back’s to the rest of the club, her face loses some of the cheekiness she strutted out here with. She looks familiar and by her expression, she might cry any minute.
Willow sets another water in front of me and takes my empty away. “Lex, have you met Rock’s woman? This is Hope.”
For a second I can’t draw in any air. Blood rushes through my ears drowning out everything around us.
Luckily for me, Lexi seems to have a similar reaction. Her cheeks redden, mouth opens, but no words come out.
“Hi,” I finally manage. What am I supposed to say? Thanks for the engagement present, and by the way, if you so much as look at my man, I’ll kill you? Because that’s rattling around in my head somewhere.
“I’m sorry!” she blurts out.
So I guess she knows I know who she is. Awesome.
“All three of them just reamed me out—and not in the fun way,” she moans. “I’m so sorry. I swear to God, I didn’t send it to you.”
I’m still not sure what to say to her.
Wait a second, all three of them, what ?
As I’m about to ask she jerks her head to the side. “Oh, fuck that. I’m not in the mood to get yelled at again.” She scoots off the stool and throws me another apologetic look. “Congratulations on your engagement,” she says before running away.
I don’t have to tip my head up to know it’s my favorite trio of scary bikers encircling me.
“Are you okay? What’d she say to you?” Wrath asks, earning a scowl from Rock.
“Nothing,” I answer. All three of their faces are screwed into slightly
“Are you trying to say you’re more worried about my girl than I am?” I ask in a controlled tone. I’m furious enough to consider planting my fist in his face but also sort of amused.
To my astonishment, he closes his mouth and sits back against the desk. “No.”
Z’s still ping-ponging between the two of us. “Can we focus on the bigger problem here?” Z puts his hands up. “I’m upset about Hope seeing that shit too, but she handled it fine. Our bigger problem is the Vipers. Why the fuck did they plant Gabby here? Why’s she so concerned about you? And how’d she know who to send the video to?”
Christ, Z’s acting more presidential than I am.
“You’re right, brother,” I answer.
“We can’t fire Gabriella. We should keep closer tabs on her,” Wrath suggests.
Z shakes his head. “Don’t look at me.”
“No, you dick.” Wrath nods at me. “The kid I told you about from the gym, Twitch? He’s a stealthy little fucker. Be a good way to see if he’s prospect material.”
“All right. Have Hoot check in with him though. I don’t want him going into Viper territory alone.”
“Got it.”
“Are we done here? Because I’d rather not leave Hope out there any longer.”
The two asses laugh. “She’s here? Fuck, I hope she’s not up on stage,” Wrath jokes.
“I hope she is,” Z answers but drops his smirk when he sees my face. “Still not in a joking mood, prez?”
“Not about Hope. Never about her.”
My first fifteen minutes hanging out with Willow aren’t too bad. She presents herself as a bit of an airhead to any of the men who come up to the bar. But when we’re alone she’s got a fantastic, biting wit, cracking jokes about everything and anyone in sight.
The only way to describe my next ten minutes is awkward. While Willow’s busy washing glasses, I swivel my stool around to watch the girls on stage. Somehow it’s not as vulgar as I expected. These girls shed their clothes in a graceful, almost artistic way, that’s hard not to appreciate.
It also makes me never, ever want to get naked in front of Rock again. But we’ll save the Diary of Hope’s Body Image Issues for another time.
Between songs, I spot a short brunette stalking toward the bar. She’s dressed in street clothes, but seems so at ease, I assume she works here.
“Everything okay?” Willow asks, when the girl sits next to me.
“Yeah, I guess.” Now that her back’s to the rest of the club, her face loses some of the cheekiness she strutted out here with. She looks familiar and by her expression, she might cry any minute.
Willow sets another water in front of me and takes my empty away. “Lex, have you met Rock’s woman? This is Hope.”
For a second I can’t draw in any air. Blood rushes through my ears drowning out everything around us.
Luckily for me, Lexi seems to have a similar reaction. Her cheeks redden, mouth opens, but no words come out.
“Hi,” I finally manage. What am I supposed to say? Thanks for the engagement present, and by the way, if you so much as look at my man, I’ll kill you? Because that’s rattling around in my head somewhere.
“I’m sorry!” she blurts out.
So I guess she knows I know who she is. Awesome.
“All three of them just reamed me out—and not in the fun way,” she moans. “I’m so sorry. I swear to God, I didn’t send it to you.”
I’m still not sure what to say to her.
Wait a second, all three of them, what ?
As I’m about to ask she jerks her head to the side. “Oh, fuck that. I’m not in the mood to get yelled at again.” She scoots off the stool and throws me another apologetic look. “Congratulations on your engagement,” she says before running away.
I don’t have to tip my head up to know it’s my favorite trio of scary bikers encircling me.
“Are you okay? What’d she say to you?” Wrath asks, earning a scowl from Rock.
“Nothing,” I answer. All three of their faces are screwed into slightly
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