“She wants a girl’s night out, but I don’t know if it’s a good idea.”
“Why?”
“Well…I mean…you know why, right?” I bit my bottom lip, unsure how much he knew about my stay here.
“Oh the Ironborne thing? Don’t worry about that. We got it handled, but if it makes you feel any better, I can come watch you guys if you want to go out.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he said, with a shrug. “Why the hell not, right?”
“You would be doing me a massive favour.”
“We’re all family here, Ro. When is your shift over?”
“Cammie is covering me from eight.”
“Sweet, well come and get me when you’re ready and I’ll take you girls out.”
“Maybe I should clear it with Reaper first,” I hedged.
“Don’t sweat it, Ro. I got you.”
He headed off to the table where a few of the boys were sitting and I moved over to Frankie. “You got your wish, bitch. Chaos is going to take us out and make sure we’re safe.”
“Tiago is going to be sooooo happy,” Frankie giggled. She was already on her way to being tipsy, but she deserved that after the stress I put her through recently. I knew the shit with Raf was getting to her as well. It had been a long time since they were together, but he had scared the ever living shit out of her.
“Just tell him to meet us here at 8.30.”
Frankie pulled her phone out to text Tiago, while I turned back to the bar. Most of the bikers were all huddled together, drinking and talking. Cammie was due for her shift at eight, which meant that the other bitches would probably be here around then. Since Cherry chased the other two out, they tended to steer clear of me.
I was a-okay with that.
When I looked up for my next customer, I felt the air leave my lungs and I gasped audibly. “Oh…Wy-Reaper.”
“Chaos tells me you want to go out.”
“Yeah…I mean if that’s okay. I finish at eight, and was going to go after.”
“Why do you need permission?” Frankie decided now was the time to pipe up…to the president of the club we were currently in. Just great. “I mean, she’s an adult, and she’s your employee. You don’t get to tell her where she can and can’t go.”
Reaper looked down at Frankie, with an expression I couldn’t quite read. He slowly turned back to me, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “She’s right, Rowan, you’re free to come and go as you please. I just want you to be safe. You know why you came here in the first place.”
“Yeah, because of your dickwad son.”
Shit, fuck, shit.
“Frankie!”
Reaper, to his credit, didn’t react, or visibly he didn’t, but that had to hurt. I knew how much he loved Trey, just like I did. “Chaos and Beast will go with you, to make sure you’re both safe. Stay with them, yeah?”
I nodded quickly, but the way he was looking at me was something other than that of someone wanting me to be safe. It lingered, almost like he was going to change his mind.
Was he?
With a rap of his knuckles on the bar, he pushed away, leaving Frankie baulking. “Is he serious? He didn’t even respond to me!”
“You just got under the skin of the Shackled Sons MC prez, Frankie. Be thankful you’re not chained up in the shed.”
