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“She has met me. On the club runs and at the parties.”
“She’s seen you. She’s probably said hello in passing. But she wants to get to know you better.”
He could translate that to “grill.”
“You mean now that she knows I’ve been banging her daughter for a while, she wants to make sure I’m worthy?”
“Or she’s thinking ahead since you’re now a member of the DAMC and technically should have approached my father first.”
“Jesus fuck. What am I supposed to do? Get approval from your goddamn beast of a father so I can fuck you? That’s one fucked up scenario. Like the olden days where I have to approach your pa to see if I can court you?”
Her lips twitched. “Court?”
“Yeah, where we sit on the porch swing with your father between us making fucking sure we aren’t doing anything inappropriate?”
“That ship has long since sailed.”
“Yeah, it sailed when you told him and all the retired Shadows that we were fucking!”
“Oh yeah. I forgot about that.”
He sighed.
“I doubt they took that seriously. They probably thought I was fucking with them.”
“I wonder why they’d think that?”
“Are you saying I get off fucking with people?”
He was not stepping in that steaming pile of shit. “I only got my colors recently, Vi. Even though I didn’t prospect, I still have a year of probation. If he really thought you were fucking with him and finds out you weren’t, he could cause an issue and I could lose those colors.”
“You didn’t tattoo those colors onto your back yet.”
“No. Figured I’d wait ‘til the year’s over. Anyway, what does that matter?”
“Stripping you of your cut is one thing. Removing the colors off your back is another. Believe me.”
That sounded ominous. “You mean like covering them up?”
“That doesn’t remove them. It only hides them.”
He stared at her as it dawned on him just what that meant. “You mean the extremely large back tattoo is removed somehow?”
“Mmm hmm. Depending on why your colors are stripped, they might give you a chance to do a tattoo cover up first. Otherwise…”
Fuck! “Why wasn’t that in the small print?”
“Wait. You think bikers can read?” She burst out laughing. “I guess I should give them some credit since they do love reading bedtime stories to each other. You know, like The Cat in the Hat.”
“Vi…” This wasn’t a time to make jokes.
“Clay, it’ll be okay. I’ll have your back.” She patted his bare chest.
“You’re so damn funny,” he responded dryly. “You know, I survived my childhood, survived the Marines, and so far have survived being on your team”—barely—“but you may be what takes me out.” If it wasn’t her father first.
What started as a situationship was quickly turning into a full-blown relationship. He had thought Vi might be ticked about what he’d said at the meeting with the DAMC officers the other day and would freeze him out, but it had been the exact opposite.
Maybe sex with him was aDICKtive. Reaper swallowed his snort since sitting down with the parents of the woman he was sleeping with was a serious fucking matter.
