The last thing I needed was to get involved with a man like Fang. I had no doubt he was a dangerous man. And I had more than my fair share of dangerous unhinged men.
“Rumour has it that you two hooked up.” There was no hesitation in Bobby. He told it straight but without the swagger and arrogance that Fang did.
I liked Bobby.
“Rumour?” shit, the last thing I needed was my private life being spread around the town. I was still new here, an outsider. I didn't need to be the topic of small town gossip.
“It was just mentioned around the clubhouse, it's none of my business.” There was something in his voice that told me he wanted it to be his business though.
“Those bikers gossip like women.” I grinned at him and was rewarded with a flash of white teeth in return.
“Yeah, someone should have warned you about that.” Bobby chuckled. “Nothing stays secret for long there. But it doesn't usually travel much further don't worry. So if you and Fang were looking to keep things quiet you have no worries.”
Chewing on my lip I met his eyes. “That's good to know but there is no me and Fang.”
Of course, that wasn't entirely true. There was something between us. I just didn't know exactly what.
One second he acted like he hated me, and everything I stood for and then next he turned up at my door at six am, kissing me the moment I had opened the door.
“Is that right?” Bobby leant back on his chair. “You sure about that?”
“Positive.”
“Good.”
The way he said it took me by surprise. If I didn’t know any better I would say he was interested in me himself. Shaking the thought away, I refilled our glasses. This was going into territory that I wasn’t comfortable with. I didn't want things to be awkward if Bobby asked me out and things didn't work out.
And of course, there was the fact that he had no idea who he was asking out and the danger it would bring him.
“You spend a lot of time at the clubhouse don't you?”
Changing the subject seemed to be the best option. Bobby realised what I was doing straight away. Tipping the glass to his lips he studied me over the rim. “Yeah, I party with them, you already know I’ve done time for them as well. We’re tight.”
“But you aren't patched in?” I had noticed he didn't wear the leather vests or cuts as they called them, like the other members of the Savage Sons.
Bobby's brow furrowed and for a second I thought I had said the wrong thing and offended him somehow.
“No I prospected a few years ago but no I’m not an official member of the Savage Sons.” He grinned.
I sighed in relief. “How come? Did you have second thoughts about your life of crime...” I fell silent as he shot me a look. “Sorry that was insensitive, your life of crime has nothing to do with me as long as it doesn’t impact my business.”
My father would kill me if he heard me saying shit like that. I thought with a rueful smile. He was all about keeping things above board and legal. In fact, he was a bit of an anal fucker when it came to it.
“Want to know why I didn't get patched in, Gypsy? The real reason. Not the story I tell people.”
I nodded, knocking back the liquid in my glass, I reached for the bottle. Already I could feel the heat from the liquor spreading through my stomach.
“Yeah, I want to know.”
“If I tell you, then you have to answer a question of mine in return. Deal?” His dark eyebrow arched.
“Sure.” The moment the word was out of my mouth I regretted it. I'd obviously had too much to drink if I was agreeing to answer questions so easily. I hadn't kept myself safe for so long by divulging my personal information.
“Ok, here's the truth.” He leant across the table and I mirrored his movements with my chin propped up in my hand. “I love the club, and I’m pretty sure most of them think of me as a brother but...”
His whispered confession made me smile. It was almost childish the way we were huddled together. Like two kids sharing a secret in the playground.
Nothing to see here.
