Either way, one of the things my father wants to come out of tonight’s visit is getting the Iron Bulls on our side regarding Red Storm. “I got my own issues with Red Storm right now.”
“Yeah, I heard that bullshit about Kadence stealing a package.” He snorts. “I saw her same as everyone else. Unless she shoved it up her fuckin’ snatch, no way she took anything.”
Hearing Dante use the wordsnatchin any sort of relation to my girl makes me want to pound my fists in his face. But I sit back and keep my cool.
“Thanks. Appreciate it.”
“She has a reputation for being a handful.”
My eyes narrow. “According to who?”
“Her father.”
I snort. “That fuck-up doesn’t know shit about her.” I glance at the girls again. “Anyway, I love every fuckin’ minute of it.”
He shakes with laughter and slaps my shoulder.
“Kady says you’re sending Karina to medical school?”
“Eventually. She’s finishing up her first semester of college. So far she’s doing real well, so yeah, probably.” He gives me a more serious stare. “Why?”
“Nothing. Big investment in a girl you haven’t been with that long.”
His eyes might as well be flashingdanger. “She’s worth it. Smartest fucking girl I know.” His words are full of pride, and he stares at Karina with an open affection you don’t expect a guy like him to display about anything other than his body count. Inside, I’m relieved. I’ve known Dante—or known him by his reputation in the MC world, for years. He’s a fucklot older than Karina, which had me worried. Because yeah, if my future sister-in-law wasn’t being treated right, there’s a good chance I’d have to take Dante out back and shoot him.
As if he’d read my thoughts, Dante smirks at me. “What’s wrong? Were you gonna go all little brother-in-law on my ass?”
“Maybe.”
“I could do the same. From what I hear you two have a rocky history.”
“Yeah. Well, wanting to fuck your stepsister for years will do that to you.”
He bellows with laughter, but before we continue our conversation, there’s a commotion at the front door.
“Kings in the house!” someone shouts over by the bar. Dante tips his head up, and his mouth turns into his scary version of a smile as he takes in the two bikers coming in the front door. The big, tall, red-headed one lifts his hands over his head and nods at the room, while the built blond one scans the clubhouse before zeroing in on Dante.
“Now how come Dragons didn’t get a welcome like that?” I joke.
The corner of Dante’s mouth lifts in a half-smirk. “Your crew came a few counties over. They came all the way from New York.”
“Fair enough.”
He slaps my back. “Follow me, Blaise. Want you to meet these guys.”
Obviously this is the other club my dad was worried about. Even though there only seems to be two of them, a large crowd forms at the door. The people move out of our path as Dante and I work our way through the rowdy mob.
Dante gives the guys hearty, brotherly handshakes and slaps on the back.
“How was the ride down?” Dante asks.
“All right. See you got a full house tonight,” the redhead says, eying me with suspicion.
“Blaise, this is Gingersnap.” The redhead throws a punch at him, so I’m guessing that’snotthe name he goes by. “’Cause he’s a beast in the ring. Piss him off and he just fuckin’snaps.”
“Murphy,” the kid says, holding out his hand. I take in his cut and patches and note that he’s the Road Captain for his club.
“I like Gingersnap better,” Dante adds with a smirk.
