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what the hell he had planned for me, but I knew I’d better not be late. Shit, if I had to change clothes before heading over there, I was going to be pressed for time. Make another mental note to carry biker clothes in the trunk.
“Amber, I’m going to need you to finish this up. I’ve got to get out of here.”
“Everything okay?”
“Fine. I forgot that I had plans tonight. See you tomorrow?”
“Yeah, be careful.”
Barreling down the highway, I tried to call Chaos to see what was going on but he didn’t answer. When I got home, I jumped out of the car and ran inside before I started thumbing through my outfits. Fuck! I don’t have any biker clothes. Okay, new mental note: buy some! The best thing I could find to wear that would make me somewhat close to fitting in was a short black skirt—probably too short to wear to a biker thing, but I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. Pulling out my dresser drawer, I went through my corsets, and found a black one with pink silk on the front—hey it was better than my baggy spider webbed-looking tops. Like Cinderella, I slipped into a pair of spiked heels, touched up my makeup and ran a brush through my hair.
On the way to the clubhouse, I glanced down at my phone. Shit, he’d tried to call me back. I guess I didn’t hear it when I was busy getting dressed. Returning the call was useless. He didn’t answer again. I swear he’s busier than a whore in a Burger King bathroom. Griffin and Skeeter, or Baldy and Red as I liked to call them, opened the tall, wrought-iron fence when I pulled up to the lot. Everyone—and I mean everyone —was there. All the bikes were neatly lined up, and the crowd overflowed from inside the Commons out into the parking lot. Fighting my way through the crowd, my eyes were busy scanning for Chaos. I found him shooting pool in the back of the Commons with some of the other bikers.
“Hey, babe,” he held up a beer, waving me over. “This is Dominic, president of the Warriors MC.” I shook his hand as we exchanged polite smiles. “And this is Dalton, he’s the president of the Chargers MC.”
“Nice to meet you.” Why is he introducing me to these guys? And why are they all here? “Can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Brothers, I gotta go handle some business,” he slapped my ass, grabbing a hold of and squeezing my butt cheek. “Don’t get started without me.”
His grip didn’t release my ass until we were away from everyone, in a small room off the corridor.
“What the hell?”
“It’s all in good fun, babe. Glad to see you made it here in time.”
“What’s going on? Why is everyone and their brother here?” Okay, I didn’t mean that pun, but it was funny.
“I wanted to bring you in on something tonight, you can help me. We’re about to have church with the Chargers and the Warriors, that’s why they’re here, along with their crews and old ladies.”
“How do I fit into all this?”
“We’re about to head over to the House of Lords, and you’re going to stay here. Mingle with the old ladies, and see what they have to say about the shit that’s been going down. Hopefully, they’ll have loose lips and start talking after their men are inside church.”
“Got it!”
“And you tell me anything you find out while we’re inside.”
When we came out of the room and headed back into the Commons, I saw her—Princess. She was standing by the bar, sipping drinks while she flirted with all the guys. Fucking bitch. Her lacy top was see-through, showing off her fake tits with her blond hair up in a high ponytail. I almost started to walk off, but he grabbed my arm.
“Be good,” he growled at me. His hold didn’t let go until I nodded. “Remember what I said. I need your help tonight, don’t blow this.”
Whatever. Why the fuck is he protecting her? ‘Cause he knows I’ll snatch her little scrawny ass
“Amber, I’m going to need you to finish this up. I’ve got to get out of here.”
“Everything okay?”
“Fine. I forgot that I had plans tonight. See you tomorrow?”
“Yeah, be careful.”
Barreling down the highway, I tried to call Chaos to see what was going on but he didn’t answer. When I got home, I jumped out of the car and ran inside before I started thumbing through my outfits. Fuck! I don’t have any biker clothes. Okay, new mental note: buy some! The best thing I could find to wear that would make me somewhat close to fitting in was a short black skirt—probably too short to wear to a biker thing, but I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. Pulling out my dresser drawer, I went through my corsets, and found a black one with pink silk on the front—hey it was better than my baggy spider webbed-looking tops. Like Cinderella, I slipped into a pair of spiked heels, touched up my makeup and ran a brush through my hair.
On the way to the clubhouse, I glanced down at my phone. Shit, he’d tried to call me back. I guess I didn’t hear it when I was busy getting dressed. Returning the call was useless. He didn’t answer again. I swear he’s busier than a whore in a Burger King bathroom. Griffin and Skeeter, or Baldy and Red as I liked to call them, opened the tall, wrought-iron fence when I pulled up to the lot. Everyone—and I mean everyone —was there. All the bikes were neatly lined up, and the crowd overflowed from inside the Commons out into the parking lot. Fighting my way through the crowd, my eyes were busy scanning for Chaos. I found him shooting pool in the back of the Commons with some of the other bikers.
“Hey, babe,” he held up a beer, waving me over. “This is Dominic, president of the Warriors MC.” I shook his hand as we exchanged polite smiles. “And this is Dalton, he’s the president of the Chargers MC.”
“Nice to meet you.” Why is he introducing me to these guys? And why are they all here? “Can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Brothers, I gotta go handle some business,” he slapped my ass, grabbing a hold of and squeezing my butt cheek. “Don’t get started without me.”
His grip didn’t release my ass until we were away from everyone, in a small room off the corridor.
“What the hell?”
“It’s all in good fun, babe. Glad to see you made it here in time.”
“What’s going on? Why is everyone and their brother here?” Okay, I didn’t mean that pun, but it was funny.
“I wanted to bring you in on something tonight, you can help me. We’re about to have church with the Chargers and the Warriors, that’s why they’re here, along with their crews and old ladies.”
“How do I fit into all this?”
“We’re about to head over to the House of Lords, and you’re going to stay here. Mingle with the old ladies, and see what they have to say about the shit that’s been going down. Hopefully, they’ll have loose lips and start talking after their men are inside church.”
“Got it!”
“And you tell me anything you find out while we’re inside.”
When we came out of the room and headed back into the Commons, I saw her—Princess. She was standing by the bar, sipping drinks while she flirted with all the guys. Fucking bitch. Her lacy top was see-through, showing off her fake tits with her blond hair up in a high ponytail. I almost started to walk off, but he grabbed my arm.
“Be good,” he growled at me. His hold didn’t let go until I nodded. “Remember what I said. I need your help tonight, don’t blow this.”
Whatever. Why the fuck is he protecting her? ‘Cause he knows I’ll snatch her little scrawny ass
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