“Ooh, kinky.” Hornet waggles his eyebrows. “Unfortunately for you, I’m only into chicks, but Archer over here?—”
“Shut the fuck up,” Archer says, shaking his head. “You wanna rumble, asshole?”
Hornet shrugs. “Only speakin’ the truth.”
“It’s always the quiet ones,” Viking agrees. “Don’t mind him, he’s just a little crusty around the edges, he’ll grow on you.”
Archer is clean-shaven, unlike the rest of them, and doesn’t smile. He ignores them and me, looking bored.
Bane thumbs down the table. “Most of the guys are out, but you’ll get to meet everyone later. The women are pleased to hear about your arrival.”
My eyes widen. “The women?”
There’s a sudden clatter at the door. It sounds like a knock, but the intruder doesn’t wait to be let in.
“Thanks for the fucking heads up, assholes,” a woman says, rolling her eyes, holding a tray of what looks like fresh cinnamon rolls. They smell delicious. “You had one job to do.”
“By all means, come on in,” Bane drawls, amusement crossing his face.
She has an apron on, her bottle-blonde hair tied back in a high ponytail, and she’s wearing denim cut-off shorts and a surly attitude.
I didn’t think women, or anyone, were allowed in here without…
“This is Ivy, my little sister,” Bane says. “Who is supposed to knock before entering. We have guests, let’s remember our manners.” He glares at her, but she ignores him, tilting the tray when Shadow tries to nab a roll off so he can’t reach.
Shadow mutters a profanity but she ignores him, standing at the side of my chair as she smiles broadly. “Hi. I’m Ivy. Cinnamon roll?”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
Logan
Ivy. I’ve heard about her, but we’ve never met. She kinda looks like Bane—they both have the same eyes, and olive skin, but that’s where the similarities end. She’s also small and petite, nothing like her hulk of a brother.
“Uh, hi, I’m Payden. Did you make these?”
She nods enthusiastically. “I did. I’m the cook.”
“Hey, what about us?” Shadow mutters behind her. “They just got here.”
“Rude!” Ivy says, rolling her eyes, then she lowers her tone. “These boys need to learn they don’t hold all the cards, not where their stomachs are concerned.”
Payden smiles. “Why, thank you. I don’t mind if I do.” She snags a roll off the tray and Ivy hands her a napkin.
“You’re welcome. Best to serve our guests first before these boys devour all the food,” she goes on, good naturedly.
“Ivy,” Bane warns. “Did I not just say you’re supposed to ask before you come bargin’ in here?”
She sighs like she doesn’t give a flying fuck. “All you cronies do is sit in here discussing your woes, cooking up some new planto finally rid the Skeletons off the face of the earth, and grumble about the lack of pussy around here.” She winks at me.
“Ivy, for fuck’s sake,” Bane complains.
Payden almost chokes on her bite.
I take a roll out of politeness. Immediately Dozer has his sniffer out, so I pull a piece off and give him a little taste. “Thanks.”
“Hope you’re not speakin’ for me,” Hornet goes on. “I get plenty of pussy.”
