Bash shook his head. “Just thought you would be better company.” He grinned at Roe and Wyatt, who were frowning. “Relax, guys. Not after your girl, I promise. We’re just here to hang out.”
Roe and Wyatt glanced at each other before reluctantly thanking them for the beers.
“Speaking of you two going after a girl, I’m surprised you didn’t hit up the party of girls a few tables over,” Mac said. “You know why they’re here.”
“Everyone in this bar knows why they’re here,” Bash said.
“I don’t know why,” I said.
“I don’t, either,” Lemon said.
“Pretty much everyone knows this bar is where the club likes to hang, apart from the clubhouse,” Roe explained.
Lemon and I exchanged confused glances.
Mac sighed. “They’re just ignorant girls who think the club is nothing but a bunch of dangerous men and they want a taste.”
“Ah,” Lemon said, understanding. “They want the bad-boy experience.”
Mac nodded. “For a night, at least.”
“A lot of them are from the north side of the bridge,” Roe said.
“South-side girls who don’t have any connection to the club come around with the same intentions, too,” Mac said. “It’s nothing new. It’s probably been happening since the club was created.”
I went still.
Wyatt moved my hair away from my neck so he could kiss me just below my ear. “What’s wrong, joint thief?”
I shook my head. “Do the members of the club indulge them?”
“You mean, do we pretend that we don’t know what they’re after and fuck them anyway?” Bash asked bluntly.
I nodded.
Bash looked around the room. He even eyed Roe and Wyatt. “I’m pretty sure every guy in this bar has.”
I schooled my face as I glanced at Roe and Wyatt for confirmation.
Wyatt sighed at the ceiling.
Roe glared at Bash. “Thanks for that.”
“When they get drunk enough, they don’t just go after the bikers. They go after their sons, too,” Mac explained with an apologetic expression. Then she turned her attention to the guys. “I’m sure they bat their eyes at you boys and ask if you are going to be a Haven’s Rebel someday just like Daddy.”
All four of them, including Theo, looked at her in disgust.
“Am I wrong?” Mac asked.
When no one said anything, Lemon snorted. She seemed to be really enjoying herself.
“I was asking because I’m pretty sure my mother was one of those girls. A rich girl just looking for a taste of danger. It’s kind of gross. To know I was conceived this way.” I shot Roe and Wyatt a look. “It’s very,verygross.” The more I thought about them sleeping with some girl in that manner, the more it pissed me off. “Were they pretty?” My jealousy surprised me as much as them.
Bash snorted. “Don’t answer that.”
“You’re not helping,” Wyatt grumbled.
“It’s not much better when you’re conceived out of love, either, Lottie,” Lemon said. “Besides, your dad wouldn’t be a good guy if he loved a woman like your mother.”
