“Hey there.”
I looked up to see a giant of a man approaching. He looked to be in his fifties, and he was gorgeous in a rugged sort of way.
“Hi,” I said.
“I’m Sundance.”
“Oh, you’re the president.”
He smiled. “Guilty.”
“It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too, Indigo.”
“Who’s this hot piece of ass?” a deep voice asked from behind Sundance.
“I’m Indigo,” I said.
“Violet... Indigo... we gonna start fuckin’ the rainbow?”
“What the fuck did you just say about my daughter?” Sundance growled.
“Ah... yeah, sorry, brother. That’s not what I meant.”
Sundance raised an eyebrow. “While I think about how to deal with your bullshit ass, let me point out that this is Jekyll’s woman.”
“Oh, fuck,” he hissed out. “Sorry. Shit. Don’t tell Jekyll, yeah?”
“Don’t tell Jekyll, what, Squeaker?” Jekyll growled, walking up to us with a scowl on his face.
Squeaker raised his hands and walked backward. “Nothin’, man.”
“What did he say?” Jekyll demanded.
“Nothing, honey. Seriously,” I said. “He was just introducing himself.”
Jekyll looked up at Sundance and cocked his head. “Do I need to deal with that?”
“No, brother. I’m taking that privilege.” Sundance smiled. “Get your woman a drink.”
Sundance walked away and I glared up at Jekyll. “Or, you could take my word for it.”
Jekyll rolled his eyes. “Baby, Squeaker’s a dog.”
“So? Icantake care of myself.”
“Never said you couldn’t,” he countered. “But just so you’re aware of how this works,Iam responsible for making sure you’re covered. Everywhere. And I know Squeaker. He probably called you a smokin’ hot piece of ass or something just as debasing.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Whatever. I can still take care of myself.”
He wrapped an arm around me and kissed my temple. “I’m fully aware of that fact, GoGo.”
I was about to say something witty, but was cut off by my best friend arriving with a flair that only Bellamy could deliver.
“Okay, bitches, I’m here. Show me the bikers!” she announced, eliciting laughs and leering looks from a few of the bikers.
I groaned, then snapped, “Bellamy, get your butt over here.”
