“It’s going to be rowdy tonight. I’m not sure?—”
“The party the policeman talked about?”
“Uh,” I grunt. “Yeah. Our other chapter’s been through some shit lately and the women decided we need to be having parties.”
She perks up. “There are women here? I only saw men.”
Fucking fuck. I scrub my face again with the palm of my hand. “There are women. Some different kinds,” I choke out.
More than a few have had my dick inside of them.
Her expression darkens and she toys with the hem of her dress. “I’ve been a recluse for a while now. It would be nice to meet some new people.”
My throat is full of rocks, and my dick feels like it’s tainted with acid.
“Why have you been holed up?” I ask, hoping like hell I can avoid taking her to the cookout, but knowing this is a losing game.
She looks down at her hands before looking back at me with a sadness that rivals a gut-punch.
“My brother turned into a crazy man. He broke into my house looking for something from my mother. I’m not sure what he found, but he took everything. I meaneverything. Right down to my car. That’s why I have the one I have right now.”
I’m already on my feet. “You got his address?”
Katie blinks up at me.
“Yes. Why?”
“Because I’ll get your shit back and make him regret the day he was born.”
A flicker of emotion crosses behind her eyes, but she quickly stuffs it down. “The restraining order is working.”
“Fuck restraining orders. A dozen blood-thirsty bikers is better.”
She pins me with a sharp look. “Skull, no. You’re not getting in trouble because of me.”
I laugh. Not an ounce of humor in it. “You think I’m worried about the law?”
When she doesn’t answer, I say, “You know that cop that came over there today? He’s just one of dozens that deal with our club, and when I say deal, I mean he’s literally in bed with our women. He does whatever the hell we ask of him. None of them will do a fucking thing against us. It’s a new kind of alliance and it’s watertight.”
Katie looks as if I’ve just confessed murder.
“Wait. The cops won’t stop you from?—”
I cut her off by replying, “Anything.”
She swallows roughly, color rising on her cheeks, before she quietly says, “Let me think about it.”
What?
I do a double take this time.
“You’re gonna think about letting me shake your brother down?”
She slides off the bed and walks slowly toward me. “I probably shouldn’t tell you this part.”
Oh fuck. I’m already in the red zone.
I pull her into my arms.
