That was where I saw her.
I’d known the Frasier sisters for two fucking days and I’d already accepted that the younger siblings were going to be the bane of my existence.
Tonight, Raisin was the troublemaker.
Mingling with a bunch of women who’d gotten lost on the way to their closet so they’d skipped a few layers, drinking shots of tequila off the back of someone’s pickup truck, she watched on while two brothers staggered in a circle, hands pulled up in fists.
“She’s mine,” one of the fuckers hollered.
“No, she ain’t,” the other spat as he bounced on the balls of his feet.
Somehow, I goddamn knew that the ‘she’ in this equation was my future sister-in-law.
Something she confirmed by yelling, “I’m my own woman and I choose neither of you!”
The catcalling clubwhores toasted her with another round of shots and some screeched, “Fuck men! Screw the patri—hiccup—archy!”
Not willing to take any of this shit, I fired a shot into the air.
Because I was on an MC compound, that did fuck all.
So I shot at the idiots’ feet until they danced to my goddamn tune.
“ENOUGH,” I raged as the music came to a screeching halt.
When that earned me a bunch of guns turned in my face, I glowered at Raisin, who had the fucking audacity of lifting a bottle in a toast.
“Slàinte!”
“What the hell are you doing out of your bed?”
Raisin wiggled the tequila at me again. “You my daddy and no one told me?”
“Are you freakin’ crazy, RAISIN?” Kitty raged mid-stomp, dust swirling at her heels as she reached her sister’s side and began dragging her away from the group.
Infuriated that she’d left the relative safety of the bunkhouse, I found myself on the brink of snapping at her when I noticed all she wore was my goddamn shirt and very little else.
“You want to keep your fucking eyes,” I roared at the jeering crowd that gathered around us, “you’ll stop looking at my woman.”
“Your woman?” one of the bikers hooted. “Since when?”
“Since fucking now.”
The rage pummeling my system was electrifying. Honestly, I felt so goddamn alive that it made me wonder if I truly hadn’t been half-dead before.
Adrenaline made my muscles bunch like I was the fucking Hulk.
“Kitty, you and Raisin in the bunkhouse?” I asked without looking back.
“We are.”
“The hell’s going on out here? Some of us dipshits wanna sleep.”
Recognizing the voice, I saw Dagger storming toward us while yanking on his cut.
“Two of your brothers are fighting over my sister-in-law.”
That stalled his stomping. He slowed down and dragged a packet of cigarettes from his back pocket. “You got married and told no one?”
