I adjusted the crotch of my jeans with my free hand, muttering, “Sexy little bitch.”
Rosie laughed. “I try my best.”
I eyed her tits, spilling out the top of the lace corset. “Where d’ya get your top from?”
“Some sexy undies boutique back in Oregon.”
“So, it’s literally underwear?” I asked dryly.
She smirked up at me again. “We’re at a biker party. It’ll be tame compared to some of the outfits. When in Rome and all that.”
“I wasn’t criticizing, Ro,” I said huskily. “You look gorgeous.”
The locks beeped from Callum’s truck, and he sauntered toward us, hand in hand with his wife.
“I know I’ve told you this at least eight times, but your hair really does look amazing,” Rosie called over to Maeve.
I gave her neck a little squeeze with my arm because I loved how she tried to boost Maeve’s confidence. My sister-in-law was pretty and sweet, and also nerdy. It was only recently that she’d come into her looks, helped by Tristan, who owned the local salon. However, sometimes she still lacked self-confidence.
Maeve reached up and touched her hair, smiling shyly. “Thanks, I’ve had a new keratin treatment, so it’s smooth. I love your outfit. I think you look like one of those baddie girls from Brooklyn. They’reawesome.”
Callum deadpanned at me. “You got any clue what they’re on about?”
My arm tightened around Rosie. “Yeah. It’s just you who’s an old fart. I swear, Cal, you get more like Da every day.”
“Better than getting more like Mam,” he shot back.
Rosie laughed softly and squeezed my waist. “He got you there,” she teased just as a voice yelled, “Yo!”
We all turned to see a big, bald, badass motherfucker sauntering toward us with his arm slung over the shoulders of a black-haired woman wearing a minuscule gold top and cutoff shorts so tiny that she may as well not have bothered.
The bald badass was Pagan Sinclair, Prez of the Kings of Anarchy MC and tentative friend to the Speed Demons and the O’Sheas. The woman on his arm was Saskia Bosko, ex-employee of the Lucky Shamrock and also ex-fuck buddy of Callum. In a moment of madness, I’d also had a night with her, though I was extremely drunk at the time. I’d regretted it ever since because Saskia turned out to be the kind of person who didn’t like being told no.
She’d pissed off a lot of people, including Callum, when she caused shit between him and Maeve back when they were first married. Our uncle Patrick—who was boss of the family business, namely, the New York Irish Mob—had also been looking for her ever since she’d played her part, along with his daughter, to cause trouble for Maeve.
She’d moved to Rock Springs to join the Kings of Anarchy as a bartender at their clubhouse, but judging by how she was dressed and the way she hung off Pagan’s arm, her job description had changed.
Incidentally, Pagan had also been seeing my sister Aislynn for a few months leading up to Callum’s second wedding. We still hadn’t gotten to the bottom of why they ended things, but seeing him with Saskia was a big old red flag.
However, what really got me pissed was that Ash was supposed to be coming to the party tonight. She hated Saskia, soI knew we were likely to have some fireworks when she saw the family nemesis and her ex all over each other.
Callum and I shared a glance before my brother’s stare sliced back to the other man. “Pagan.” Cal’s tone was cool at best, and Pagan must have picked up on it because his eyes narrowed on my brother.
“Everythin’ okay?” he asked.
To my surprise, it was Maeve who replied, and she didn’t hold back. “Everything’s fine, thanks. We’re just a little shocked at your choice of partner, especially when it was only months ago that she tried to break up my marriage.” Maeve gazed up at Pagan, and fuck me if the pain behind her eyes didn’t hit me square in the chest. “I thought we were friends.”
The self-satisfied smirk plastered across Saskia’s face faltered slightly.
“Babe, listen to me—” Pagan began, but Maeve waved a casual hand to silence him.
“It’s okay. You can be with whoever you want. It just hurts that you’d bring her here knowing what she did to Callum and me. Obviously, our friendship meant more to us than it did to you, and that’s a shame because I tend not to vibe with many people. They think I’m weird and geeky.” She leaned into my brother, who slid his arm across her shoulders, then she gave the asshole a smile, and a genuine one at that. “See you around, Pagan, and you take care, yeah?” And with that, they turned and walked into the clubhouse.
Pagan’s eyes followed Maeve and Callum, his hand raising to rub at his heart. The instant they disappeared inside, he muttered, “Fuck.”
“It’s okay, baby—” Saskia began.
“Shut up,” Pagan hissed before his stare came to me. “How bad have I pissed Maeve off?”
