Bane’s eyes flick to Logan’s, a smile playing on his lips. He’s still holding my fucking hand. “Funny, he didn’t mention that part.”
“Well, now you know, and if you don’t remove your hands from her, we’re gonna have a problem.” Logan tightens his arm around my shoulders and I look up at him. His jaw is tense, like he’s ready to spring into action if he needs to. Damn those ovaries. I mean, I don’t mind these two men fighting it out over me, but Logan is more my type.
I also love how he doesn’t give a literal fuck that this is another man’s clubhouse, and there are no other Rebels here to back him up. His tone, in no uncertain terms, tells Bane Adler to fuck the hell off. These men are friends, I remind myself. Allies. Not enemies.
The men behind him don’t move a muscle. None of them seem threatened, but Bane grins even wider.
Bane lets go of my hand, then raises his palms. “No harm, no foul. Can’t blame a man for tryin’.”
Logan gives him a chin lift. “You didn’t have to line up the welcomin’ committee.”
Bane turns to look over his shoulder, then moves back toward the head of the table where he gestures to the men sitting.
“This is Shadow, my VP, Viking, Hornet, Savage, and Archer,” Bane says. Each of the men nod in return.
Savage? I remember Star talking about him when she and Nevada came over here to find her missing little sister, Tilly, and the Hellions helped them out. Star collapsed when she thought Tilly was dead, and this Savage guy took care of her until Nevada came back. He’s got shoulder-length shaggy hair, and deep blue eyes that are almost eerie as he stares at me. You’d think they’d never seen a woman before, but I can bet your bottom dollar they’ve seen more than their fair share.
I’ve heard about Shadow, the Vice Prez, too. He’s solid, like the others, and has a ‘don’t fuck with me’ look about him. He’s more distinguished than the others because of his short hair, shaved at the sides, with tattoos on either side of his head.
Okay, so all these guys are fucking hot, go figure. The girls are gonna go wild when I tell them.
The guy called Viking stands and my eyes widen. Okay, well he’s fucking huge. He has to be almost seven feet tall, and has long, wheat-blonde hair and a beard. I would say without a doubt he’s the largest man I’ve ever seen, and there’s some big men in the Rebels line up.
“Where are our manners?” he says, his voice deep and commanding, yet somehow he almost sounds amused. I reach for Logan’s hand, and I feel his eyes on me. “Please take a seat.”
Logan clears his throat and Viking’s eyes crinkle as he tries to hold back a smile. “Both of you.”
“Cute dog,” Hornet says. Dozer is being so quiet, I almost forgot he was here.
“Thanks, he’s a rescue. I’m only fosterin’ him for now,” Logan says, pulling my chair out as I take a seat at the table. He takes a seat, too, Dozer snuggling on his lap.
Every time he says that, I think he gets further and further away from that reality.
Viking sits again, then aims another question at me. “Heard you survived an annihilation, nice goin’.”
“You could say that,” I reply. “It was… a lot. Let’s just say a day I never want to be repeated. I lost most of my work colleagues, my boss?—”
“Was he a shitty boss?” He manages to say it with a straight face.
I blink. “Actually, he wasn’t the best, but I still didn’t want him dead.”
Viking snorts.
“That reminds me—Ryan,” Logan mutters. “Need to chat with him.”
I nod. “Later.”
“Wait, aren’t most lawyers nasty pieces of work?” Hornet asks, eyeing me. “All the lawyers I’ve ever seen are stuffy, middle-aged losers.You’re pretty hot.”
“Watch it,” Logan points at him.
Hornet smirks. “In our clubhouse now. Our rules, friend.”
The way he says ‘friend’ is kinda like how you’d poke a hornet’s nest and laugh about it. Maybe that’s how he got his nickname?
“Keep your eyes off my ol’ lady, and if anyone even thinks about touchin’ her, I’ll not only cut your hands off, I’ll feed you your eyeballs through that new hole when I rip you a new one.”
And then there’s that.
