I flip him off before I spin back around and continue walking toward the main area of the club. All the while, I can hear Goose laughing behind me like he’s the funniest fucking human on earth.
The music is loud. The chatter and drink glasses clanging and banging are almost louder. I know everyone is absolutely loving the money that’s flowing tonight, but I can’t help but feel uneasy about it all.
Then my phone rings. I feel it buzzing in my pocket. I take it out, glance at the Caller ID, and frown.
Ivy.
That was fast. I move back down the hallway, where it’s a bit quieter. Sliding my thumb across the screen, I close my eyes as I state my name as my greeting. I have no idea what this phone call is going to entail, but I can already feel I’m not going to like it.
Not a single fucking bit.
“It took a little digging,” Ivy begins. “But Garcia’s father was a Bloodbound MC member. Might be why he hates the Reapers so goddamn much.”
“Might be,” I state. “He acted like he hated all MCs, though. Which is why I find this interesting, to say the least.”
“He probably doesn’t hate all MCs, just us, because we pretty much eradicated that whole goddamn club,” Ivy says.
I wince at his words. He’s right. We did do that. My head falls back slightly, bouncing against the wall as I close my eyes. I’m not sure what the fuck kind of shit storm this will bring down on me.
As much as I want to pretend that I don’t give a fuck, I very much do. This is my career, and I’ve devoted seventeen years of my life to it.
“What do I do?” I ask.
I’m being completely honest, too. I don’t know what the fuck to do about this. Garcia was probably never affiliated with the Bloodbounds. It was likely just his father. And I was probably the fuck who killed him.
“You’re going to continue with life as is and worry about Millie and her safety. That’s what you’re going to do. The rest, let me do some more poking around, but stay away from that fuck if you can.”
“I plan on it,” I grind out.
Ending the call, I shove my phone back in my pocket before I turn my head and open my eyes. At that exact moment, Millieappears, dressed in her gold bikini thing and gold glitter all over her body. Her hair is big, red, and fucking gorgeous.
“You don’t look happy,” she murmurs as she continues to approach.
When she’s close enough, I reach out and haul her ass against my side. She wriggles, shifting in front of me. She places her hands on my shoulders, her head tilted back, and when her eyes meet mine, whatever the fuck I was worried about melts away.
“I’m happy now,” I murmur.
Without another word, I lift my hands to her hair, needing to sink my fingers into the strands, gripping her tightly. I lower my head and touch my mouth to hers, slipping my tongue inside to taste her fully and wholly.
Just like she should always be kissed.
MILLIE
The Gilded Room was not only a vibe tonight, but it was also buzzing. Completely and totally buzzing. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I start to pack my duffel bag. I am exhausted. I can’t remember the last time I danced this much. Maybe on a wild night in Vegas, but even then, I wasn’t a star or anything. I was just a dancer. Here, I’m kind of the headliner, which is still hard for me to believe.
“Are you good?” a woman’s voice calls out.
I look up to see Anna standing in the doorway. Her eyes meet mine, and she smiles. “It was a good night,” she says.
“It was.”
I’m a bit confused as to why she’s standing in front of the doorway saying this. Hesitantly, I take one step toward her, then another before I stop, because she makes no move to get outof my way. She’s looking at me funny. I don’t understand her expression at all. I can’t read her right now.
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
She presses her lips together, silently watching me, then she clears her throat and shakes her head once. I wait for whatever it is that is clearly on her mind. I stay quiet, patiently waiting for her to continue so I can go home.
“Anna?” I ask when she continues to just stare at me.
