Despite appearing as an ice queen, she was fucking hot in bed, more submissive than I’d have thought. Cassie enjoyed being dominated. Not because she is weak or shy, but she knows what she wants and how to get pleasure.
It fucking annihilates me every time I see her. Any time she sees me, she looks through me, like what happened between us didn’t mean a damn thing to her.
I never get jealous. Not until Cassie Beillo. Now it’s goddamn consuming me.
“Nah, man. Won’t take me long to finish up,” I say.
“I can’t believe you’ve sat on that bike the way you have.” He grins. “Does Mace realize it would take you less than an hour to fix?”
I shrug and grin because I don’t care. We discuss what work is coming in later today, then he heads off to get lunch. The club girls have plenty of food ready for the brothers.
Before I eat, I head over to the Harley. It is a fucking outstanding piece of machinery. I toyed with getting one myself for a while. I’m riding a Triumph Bonneville Speedmaster right now, digging the English manufacturer’s Chrome Collection. Begrudgingly, I grab the tools I need. It’s time to work on the bike.
“You look like shit.”
I frown at Casper. I washed up and changed before I came over to the clubhouse. After eating, I headed into the bar. Casper is often serving everyone.
It’s hot, the summer is kicking in. The doors are propped wide, all the windows open. Casper is wearing a sleeveless top, there isn’t a spare inch of un-inked skin on his arms or neck.
Most of the brothers have ink. It’s a prerequisite that you get the club patch somewhere on your body when you’re inducted, but Casper has gone to town.
I’m not sure if it’s to hide his skin, which is almost as white as his hair and eyebrows. Now, he doesn’t get bothered with how strangers look at him, but it wasn’t always that way.
He’d been bullied in high school a lot for being albino. He was only spared relentless attacks because War, our VP, and Hustle, one of the Captains in the club, were a year ahead of him. They looked out for him, preventing him from getting his ass beaten.
I know all about prejudice. Even though I’m not practicing Judaism anymore, I have my sister’s Star of David necklace. It’s always tucked in my wallet. It was the only personal item I brought with me when I ran away that night.
“You sleeping?”
“Didn’t know you cared.” I take the beer.
“I care.” Casper doesn’t look as if I’ve offended him. “You ready for the big day tomorrow?”
I groan. The last thing I need is a party. If I don’t go, I’ll get a million questions. I have no intention of telling anyone I’m exhausted after three nights of nightmares.
Today would have been Talya’s twenty-sixth birthday. There will be a few more days to weather the worst of the nightmares.
“I forgot,” I say, settling on a stool and leaning my elbow on the bar.
“How could you forget?” he laughs. “She’s been like a fucking psycho Bridezilla.”
I shrug in agreement. Felix, one of our brothers, is getting married this weekend. They wanted to wait until their baby was born so she wasn’t pregnant on her wedding day.
Little Samuel is six months old now, and Lana hasn’t been shy in talking about her wedding plans. Fuck knows what the ceremony is going to be like. I like Felix’s old lady well enough, but she is mouthy and opinionated. Having the baby hasn’t mellowed her.
“It’s gonna be a hot one, too. I heard her bitching about ice sculptures yesterday.”
“Fucking ice sculptures? She is paying for something that will be a puddle within a few hours?”
“Yep. And they cost a goddamn fortune. Naomi tried to talk her out of it, given the weather. Now they’re all trying to figure out what they need to do to stop them from melting.”
“A miracle?”
He laughs. “It’ll be a fucking miracle if it all goes off without a hitch. The place is gonna be crowded though. I’m surprised you haven’t seen all the shit going on out back.”
“Been busy.”
“Yeah, saw that Buick coming in on the truck. Looked pretty fucked up.”
