With him as our guide, we garnered more attention than before. I could feel the men’s interest settling around us like smoke. Surging and falling in waves as it licked at our heels.
The urge to pull Neev and Raisin into my sides reigned supreme. Some of the MC brothers might be as sexy as the ones on TV and in books, but that didn’t stop me from shitting myself.
Led toward a bunkhouse for ‘brothers on a run,’ i.e., their guest quarters, I only sagged in relief once Axe had left us to it.
Stan immediately dragged his phone out and began making calls. Most of them in something that sounded like Italian but not, so I couldn’t eavesdrop. Damn sexy though, whatever it was.
Even petrified for my sisters, and their ability to keep their panties on, I had to appreciate the very fine man sharing the bunkhouse with us.
Once Raisin, Neev, and I gathered in the kitchen, Neev admonished, “It’s rude to gawk, Kitty.”
Ignoring her, I kept a weather eye on Stan over the breakfast bar that separated the two small rooms.
While Raisin bustled around, brewing coffee from the pack in the fridge, Neev asked, “Who’s Dead To Me?”
“I don’t know for sure. What Idoknow is she was the target in last night’s blast.”
My sisters gawked at me.
Neev choked. “You didn’t think to share that with the class?”
“When was I supposed to? You made kissy face with Miguel for most of the morning?—”
“Fuck off. That tequila was potent and my hangover was epic.”
“—and Raisin wanted to jump into a sinkhole and hide.”
“I asked for a short break, not to dive into an episode ofTheSopranos.”
I ignored her. “Still hungover, Neev?”
“We don’t all have Alka-Seltzer running through our veins.”
I leaned against the counter. “Star Sullivan apparently sent Dead To Me to watch over Stan.”
Raisin nearly dropped the French press she was rinsing. “What?!”
“Star Sullivan?” Neev gasped. “TheStar Sullivan? Conor O’Donnelly’s Star?OurO’Donnelly’s Star?!”
“That one?—”
“You girls doing okay?”
In sync, we jumped until I glanced at the door and found Stan standing there.
Apparently, surveillance wasn’t in my skill set.
As I glanced his way, what blew my mind was the intensity of his focus.
Not on my sisters. Just on me.
To be at the epicenter of his attention…
This man was terrifying.
What he could do, what he’d done…
How he’d managed these terrifying people like it was easy…
