I blow out a breath because it doesn’t matter. What matters is this woman getting to the gates of my clubhouse and being safe.
“Prospect,” Rampage barks and I almost laugh at how serious he sounds. It’s not the norm for him and I’m sure whoever is on gate duty right now is shitting themselves.
My eyes open slowly and he winks at me before scowling like it matters. It doesn’t, but who the fuck am I to say something about it?
“A woman named Addyson Klein will be arriving at the gate. Let her in, tell her where to park, and direct her into the clubhouse. Mayhem will be waiting inside for her.”
Since he has it under control at the moment, I close my eyes again. I wonder what kind of woman Addyson is. How Scythe feels about her is obvious and the man has earned my respect a few times over.
The danger she’s bringing to my door can’t be helped and it sure as fuck isn’t her fault. But if she causes a bunch of fucking drama while she’s here? It’s going to be a problem.
“I guess she does have one lucky thing going for her,” Rampage remarks.
“What’s that?” I ask as I open my eyes, the time for rest over, before standing up and stretching. I nod toward my closed office door to indicate us being on the move. We might as well get a drink while waiting for this Addyson chick to show up.
He grins at me while standing and moving toward the door, “She’s lucky her best friend has a biker for a husband. She’d be fucked and basically dead right now if not for that. No way would she stumble upon anyone with the skills to help her out of this mess.”
The thought of someone hurting this woman, even though I’ve never met her, makes me want to burn the entire fucking city to the ground. I almost chuckle at the thought because I didn’t get my road name by accident.
It was hard earned, but I’m sure as fuck not ashamed about it. Anyone who hurts my family will only know mayhem.
Apparently, that also includes Addyson Klein.
I vaguely remember Tallulah mentioning the small town where she’s from and I cringe as I step up to the bar where Keith, a prospect, is already pouring me a glass of Hammond Whiskey. Hopefully, she won’t be some pearl-clutching virgin.
“Thanks,” I grunt at Keith before grabbing my glass and turning so I can look out at the large common area.
One side is set up with a few pool tables and then the other side is half couches and half tables. Since this building is a huge barn, there is still plenty of room in the middle. The kitchen, with an attached dining area, is behind the bar along with two wings of rooms, a few offices and church. One wing is for the club angels and prospects while the other is for guests and officers. The rooms upstairs are all suites and have more than enough room for everyone else.
We have enough land for members to build on. Most of the old timers have houses on the land, while the single brothers don’t mind living in the barn. Personally, it suits me just fine.
“Mayhem,” Sin purrs my name as she saunters up to me with a predatory smile curling on her lips.
Even though I look down at her, I can’t help but glance back toward the far end of the barn where the doors are that Addyson will be walking through. I can’t understand it, but my gut is coiling tighter as the minutes tick by.
Shouldn’t she be here by now? What is taking her so long? Could the dirty piece of shit cop have found her?
“You seem tense, Prez,” Sin’s fingernails scrape across my skin just enough to get my attention. “I can help with that,” she offers. “Oh,” she adds, her voice turning coy even though it sounds fake as fuck, “and Happy Valentine’s Day.”
I jerk back from her slightly before looking down at her, my eyes sweeping over what she’s wearing. Well, what she’s not wearing. The leather skirt she has on barely covers her ass, and her top is netted which leaves holes her hard nipples poke through easily.
My cock twitches and I know I could probably get myself there if I really wanted to. The thing is, I don’t want to.
Rampage snorts out a laugh next to me and I smirk. Valentine’s Day? Is she for real?
He mutters, “I don’t see a man with a bow and arrow wearing a diaper anywhere.”
The corner of my mouth twitches, but I don’t look at him. It would only encourage his antics. I study Sin for a moment, but there aren’t stars in her eyes, only lust. Still, I know the only thing I can do is lie to her.
“Sin,” I nod, “we’ll have to take this up later. Club business.”
She licks her lips and her eyes flare. I don’t know if it’s because of the promise of later or because I’m rebuffing her right now. Either way I don’t really give a fuck.
And I won’t be taking this up later. The way she’s trying to cling to me is a big fucking turn off.
Sin is a club angel. She’s here for the brothers to enjoy while having a roof over her head. Yes, the angels are supposed to help keep the clubhouse running, but I’m no fucking fool. They work on their backs.
I’m okay with it.
