“Prez, cananyonebut Gidget and Halo be paired together?” Geek tried one more time. He knew he was pushing his luck, especially since Johnston’s patience was practically non-existent, but Geek didn’t give a fuck.
Johnston growled low in his throat as he stormed toward the door. “Geek, fuckoff,” he snapped before leaving the chapel.
I clapped my hand to Geek’s back as he neared me. “It’ll be fine,” I assured him.
He sighed. “Halo doesn’t know how to shut his mouth, and Gidget’s fuse is very short. This will just be stressful and problematic.”
“Could also be entertaining,” I told him as I headed for the door. “Keep an open mind.”
He snorted. “Open mind, my fucking ass.”
2
Blayke
“What the fuck is going on?” I asked when I made my way out of the hall my room was located down. I’d just finished packing. Despite Johnston’s orders to pack the night before, I couldn’t be fucked to do so and put it off until this morning. Besides, when church had rolled around, Johnston still hadn’t heard anything from Alejandro, so I knew I had time to get my shit together.
“Some woman is on the lot. She demanded to speak to Johnston,” Aaliyah said, not even trying to hide the fact that she was watching. She had the blinds open and the fucking window pushed up so she could hear every word being said.
I snorted. “Eavesdropping?”
She scoffed. “Of course, I fucking am. Who would I be if I didn’t? Some random woman is trying to talk tomyman.”
I laughed because she wasn’t wrong. Aaliyah was the queen of this entire club for a reason. Even if Johnston did have a problem with her being nosy, he more than likely wouldn’t say a fucking thing to her. Hell, I’d place money on it that the womancould shoot him, and he’d more than likely thank her. She got away witheverything.
Walking to the clubhouse doors, I opened them up, then stepped outside. The sky was thankfully overcast because I’d forgotten my shades inside my room.
I fucking hated having to squint. It gave me a headache.
Johnston was shaking his head at the short, tiny woman standing in front of him. She was standing beside a gray and black Ducati Panigale V4, and her arms were crossed over her nearly flat chest as she glared up at Johnston without a hint of trepidation in her stance. Her shoulder-length pink hair was a mess from the wind, no doubt, and it looked like she’d traded her helmet for a backward ball cap.
She was easily the hottest fucking woman I’d ever laid my eyes on. A woman who could stand toe-to-toe with one of the most dangerous men I’d ever known and not even bat a fucking eye?
Goddamn, my dick was hard.
“You know shit doesn’t work like that in my club?” Johnston asked her, clearly agitated. “You don’t just come up here and demand an opportunity to prospect. And women don’t have a place in this club, girly. Ain’t got time for your soft-hearted bullshit.”
“Girly? Who the fuck you callin’ girly?” she snapped at him, straightening her spine. I grinned. Oh, she was fucking trouble, and damn if I didn’t want to know justhowmuch trouble she was. “I’ll rip your intestines out through your mouth and shove them up your ass since they’re obviously located in the wrong part of your body with all that shit comin’ out of your mouth.”
I shoved my hands in my pockets as I slowly made my way toward them, a grin stretching my lips as I watched the pink-haired spitfire rip Johnston a new one. The only person I’d ever seen stand up to Johnston was Aaliyah, and that was reallybecause helether. This woman was either fucking stupid or incredibly brave.
Hell, maybe she was a mix of both.
“You think running your fucking mouth will even get you a foot in the door with me?” Johnston snapped at her, clearly angry now. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but you can get the fuck off my goddamn lot with that bullshit.”
Her upper lip curled in disgust at him. “You really thought you were going to stand there, spout that sexist ass bullshit, and I would remain silent about it?” She snorted and shook her head. “Your elevator doesn’t go all the way to the top, does it?”
I had no fucking clue who this woman was, but I wanted to keep her. Like a shiny new toy, I wanted toownher.
Johnston took a threatening step toward her, but I rushed forward, quickly intercepting him. Clearly, shit had gone on long enough. I pressed my hand to his chest and pushed him back a step. “Okay, clearly you two do not get along,” I said, my amusement clear in my voice. I patted Johnston’s chest. “Go take a breather, man. Let me handle this. I’ll meet you in the chapel in a few minutes, yeah?”
He cast the woman one last pissed-off look, then turned on his heel, storming toward the clubhouse, his boots crunching over the gravel. I turned to face the woman and smiled at her. Holding out my hand, I said, “Blayke. I’m the VP.”
She shook my hand, and damn, I loved the way her smaller, slender fingers felt wrapped around my much bigger, scarred hand. I easily dwarfed her, but she had ahugepersonality that made her seem much bigger than she actually was.
And I was fucking here for it.
“Noah,” she told me, then looked around me at Johnston’s retreating back. “Is he always such a fucking douchebag?”
