Elena snorts. “It would mortify them. Both of their daughters now being sinners.”
“I think I need more alcohol.”
She puts my arm around her shoulder, helping me stay upright. “No, you do not. I think it’s time for bed.”
“What about meeting everyone else?”
“You can do that tomorrow.”
“Mmm...” I mutter, then yawn, my eyes and body heavy.
Commotion causes our heads to turn to a man with an MC cut on, who is at least six foot five, and a man cowering on the floor below him. “You are no longer welcome here.”
The house goes quiet.
The guy on the ground looks terrified, and he furiously nods in response.
“Now, leave.” His deep voice echoes in the house. Whoever this man is, he held everyone’s attention, and when he spoke, everyone listened.
The other man is shaking. He gets to his feet and runs toward the front of the house.
“I... I don’t know if I can stay here.” My eyes bounce between Bomber and the tall man. When he turns slightly, I can see him side on. He looks somewhat familiar.
“You are safe here with them. They are good men. They’re different, but once you get to know them, you will see. Trust me?” Elena asks.
“I trust you.”
Four men step forward with a different cut from the others. One of them steps closer to the intimidating man. “I’m sorry, Reaper, that’s our new prospect. It won’t happen again.”
“I don’t care who he is. I want him gone, Jude. When our women say no, they fucking mean it. I have zero tolerance for that bullshit.”
“Done.” He looks at the men behind him. “It’s time to head back to our clubhouse.” The men walk out toward the front of the house, but their leader stays behind. “We will set up a meeting soon to talk about the progress and estimated delivery times.” The man looks around to everyone and tilts his head forward. “Have a good evening, everyone.”
When he leaves, I ask, “Who’s that?”
“They were a few members from the Kings of Chaos MC. The last man to leave was their president.”
My eyes bounce back to the tall man. “And who is that?”
I’m not yet able to see his full face from where I’m standing.
“Reaper,” Elena replies quietly, then pauses. “The president of the War Brothers MC.”
He shifts to face our way, and when I see him, it clicks. “Oooh, I saw him at your wedding. I was talking to him there.”
I remember how, even in our brief conversation, he made me smile, and it was because he gave me a compliment. My heart squeezes at the thought because it had been so long since I genuinely smiled, and it felt like forever since I had been noticed. Beau and I were together for so long I forgot not all men are the same.
“When Beau and I had sex that night, I was imagining it was Reaper.”
She bursts out laughing. “You are drunk.”
“Did I say that out loud?”
She giggles again. “Yep.” She attempts to help me up the stairs as I lean into her, my arm around her shoulder.
I peek down once more to see Reaper watching me. The intensity startles me and I trip up the last step and land on my ass.
“Are you all right?” Elena’s face comes into view, though she’s a little blurry.
