I saw the twinkle in her eye. The look that said, “You better answer it for me.”
But I could not forget she had an agenda and I had to play my cards very carefully. I may have started to reveal my cards, but I couldn’t rush it. The time would come.
“Now think on it and get the hell out of here,” I said, opening the door. “Club party starts at eight. Come any time you want; we’ll be going until everyone crashes or passes out.”
“And your neighbors don’t mind?”
I shrugged.
“The few times we’ve partied past their opening hours, they’re more amused than annoyed.”
Hailey looked perplexed by that but didn’t say anything else. She walked out the door. I was in prime position to smack that ass, pull her in for a sudden kiss, just do something to get the ball rolling so we could fuck like dogs in this room. Asshole camera crew outside would have to twiddle their thumbs while Satan got his dick off to their precious reporter.
But, alas, experience was a hell of a teacher, and that teacher was saying “wait” right now.
Hailey walked out the front door. She turned around briefly to look at me, and then, almost as if embarrassed that I was staring back at her, quickly turned around and shut the door. The instant that happened, I heard howling from the side.
“The devil himself is about to fall in love!” Sonny said.
“What sort of ‘inside access’ did she want?” Spawn said, chuckling to himself.
“Don’t be a fucking hater because I have first dibs on any legs that come with a pair of tits and ass in this town,” I said, refusing to smile but silently relishing the attention that came.
“Oh please, you could’ve easily taken her on the spot if you wanted,” Sonny said. “I know that look, Satan. That’s the look—”
I cut him off with a glare. Yes, he was right. It was the look that suggested perhaps, maybe,possibly,there was more than met the eye with my interest in this one.
But that would raise questions about his mother, my deceased wife. And those were questions I never, ever, fuckingeverwanted to think about again. I’d let myself grieve for a week after she left.
And that.
Was.
Fucking.
It.
“Have the clubhouse ready for tonight,” I said. “By the way, have we gotten any intel recently on any of the Black Reapers or King’s Men? Anything new there?”
Spawn, hurrying to start organizing the bar and handling the easy tasks before he’d give the difficult ones to prospects, nodded.
“The Black Reapers are still in town; we’ve seen them riding around,” he said before pulling out his phone and sending a text, likely yelling at prospects to hurry the fuck back to clean up. “They haven’t done shit yet, but they’re not leaving yet.”
Interesting.
“And do they see you and the other Patriots rolling around?”
“Some, yeah, but they don’t seem to care. If anything, they want to be seen.”
“But they haven’t done anything to you?”
“Nothing more than glance at us.”
How fucking odd. Maybe they did know of something to come that I hadn’t considered.
“Well, it’s their fucking expense.”
But it wasn’t that easy. For now, I had pussy to catch and a party to prepare for. It was a good distraction.
