To anyone else it looks like he is telling him to back off but not to me. There is something suspiciously like approval in his eyes. Fuck.
“It won’t happen again,” the kid says, then walks away.
“Jesus, fuck,” Talon groans, shifting so his back is to Ragnar. A form of disrespect back at the asshole. “So much for everyone accepting us.”
“No one ever guaranteed that,” I point out.
“King said we wouldn’t have any issues.”
“It’s never going to be easy, you should know that by now.”
“Nytro is gonna haunt us forever, isn’t he?”
“Only if we let him.”
Talon doesn’t answer that. “What is the deal with Handlebar? He tell you anything else?”
“That it was a coincidence he knows about this group, said he had nothing to do with today.”
“You believe him?”
Turning, I seek him out. He’s sitting with another guy from our chapter who was moved over when we joined. A club whore is hovering, trying to get his attention.
“Talk about it later.”
Talon gets the picture. Ragnar stays away but his VP comes over to tell us where we’ll be staying and that due to space we will have to double up. He eyes me because this is disrespectful as shit too, making a President share a room, when any other would be offered his own, even if it meant a brother giving up their bed for the night.
Naturally over the course of the next hour, my men gravitate back towards me and Talon, we find a space in the corner and keep to ourselves. Instinctively the guys take it easy. The only one drinking to excess is Hozier. Talon is watching him, but no one is stopping him drinking. He better be okay to ride tomorrow. We need to talk when we get back to Stroudsburg.
On the surface, we look like none of this is getting to us. I’ll be damned if I let anyone see us rattled by this reception. Handlebar eventually joins us, chatting with Quincy. He eyes Hozier too and I recall how he was trying to deal with him back at the car, to talk him into not pointing his gun at him.
He’s been between the Devil’s Chaos men and us since we got here, but he’s finally showing he stands with us. That has to mean something but I can’t bring myself to let my guard down with him.
“Hey there handsome.”
I’m broken out of my thoughts by a woman leaning into me, resting one of her forearms on the bar in front of me. The way she is leaning is pushing her tits together and given they’re practically spilling out of her shirt, I can’t help but let my eyes drop to them.
Even the dusky pink of her nipples which aren’t contained, does anything for me. If I hadn’t fucked Cassie stupid the other night, I’d be worried there is something wrong with me.
“Buy a girl a drink?” She licks her lips as she makes eyes at me.
She’s attractive, if somewhat older than the other women around here. As I watch her, her eyes cut to the side and back. There is no need for me to see what she is looking at. She is trying to make someone jealous.
I’ve got no desire to get mixed up in that kind of shit. Over her shoulder I see Talon smirking at me. One look from me and he swoops in.
“Darlin, why don’t you grab us a few bottles of the good stuff and we can see where the night goes,” he winks at her.
She straightens up and looks between us all, her face sours a little but she covers it with a smile and heads further along the bar, another couple of women join her and I chance a glance behind me. There is a table of three guys separate from the rest of their brothers. All of them watching us with open hostility.
“Looks like we’re about to have a party,” Quincy grins and a few of the guys laugh.
“Looks like we’re about to have a problem,” Talon says quietly.
“No we’re not. We have a couple more drinks then call it,” I tell him. “Tell everyone.”
Talon nods.
“Yeah right, the Prez is really gonna go for a club whore,” Jefferson cackles. “Pretty sure he’s a eunuch.”
