His eyes brighten at the mention of food. “Sure. When did you want to go?”
I bite my bottom lip, hating to sound needy. “Now... if that’s okay? I didn’t want everyone to wait too long to eat.”
He looks down at his attire, which is only a pair of shorts. Sweat shimmers across his chest. “I won’t be long. I’ll go have a shower and get changed.”
With Viper’s and Rage’s muscles and model-like faces, I can see their appeal, but it’s the rugged, solid masculine men that are more attractive... like Reaper. I shake my head to rid myself of those thoughts.
After Viper leaves, I search the drawers until I find a garbage bag, and then I pick up the bottles and trash. Rage does the same. From the kitchen, we move through the house. By the time we reach the front of the house, we have two full large bags.
Rage’s smile spreads. “Thanks for helping.”
I smile back. “That’s okay. Why doesn’t anyone help you?”
“I’m a prospect. It’s my job.”
“What about the women?”
He chuckles like the question is ridiculous, then cocks a brow. “Because they’re lazy. I kept asking them to help at the beginning, but I soon learned that it’s easier to do it myself than nag at them.” He sounds like a single mother dealing with children.
Footsteps thud, and I look over to see Viper hurrying down the stairs and approaching us. He opens a drawer from a table near the front door and pulls out keys.
I peer back at Rage. “Can you wash up in the kitchen for me so I can start cooking straight away when I get back?”
“Sure. I’ll have a shower and get onto it.”
When I step outside, I follow Viper down the stairs. I stop, then turn to eye the front of the clubhouse. It reminds me of a small castle with the roof and sandstone cladding. The land around the house is clear, but further along, near where the forest begins, is a fence.
When I turn back, I dash toward Viper. My heart pounds as we walk to a large shed and a few cars and a row of motorcycles. He moves to the truck and gets in. I have to use the side rail to help lever myself up into the truck because it is high.
The truck starts, and we move along the dirt road surrounded by trees and shrubs.He’s a friend of Elena’s and Axle’s, so I’ll be okay, I repeat in my head. It feels foreign being in a car with another man, even if only to go to the store.
I peer out the window as we drive along further. I’m surprised at how peaceful it is out here. We bypass a large warehouse next. “What’s that used for?”
“We hold fighting matches.”
“Is that where Rage fights?”
“He sure does. That kid has talent for his age.”
“Kid? How old are you?”
He glances at me. “I’m in my late twenties.”
I snort. “You are younger than me.”
“Not that much older,” he says in a flirty tone.
“How do you know how old I am?”
“Axle.”
Damn, Axle!
We eventually reach the asphalt road, where he looks right and left before continuing. Ten minutes later, we reach the small town of older and newer buildings. He turns into a parking lot and parks the truck off to the side of a shopping complex. A distant bark echoes from a small old cottage next to the complex. A dilapidated kennel has a rottweiler tied to it. A part of the dog resonates with me.
Viper clears his throat.
I peek back at him, and he shakes his head. “I’m not getting my ass kicked because you wanted to pat a dog and got bitten.” He points to the complex. “Now, let’s go get food so we can go home. I’m hungry, woman.”
