“Deeeeaaacon!” Willow whined disappointedly.
With a laugh, I squeezed her tight. “You know, I did pretty good in school, but nothing like you are. You’re really gonna be somebody.”
Breaking the hug, she said, “Imma gonna go show Grandma.”
“Yeah, you do that. Tell her to put it on the fridge with some gold stars or some shit.”
Willow bounded out of the main hall and out the backdoor. She waved the paper at Archer as he walked her out of the compound to the house. Even within the confines of our compound, I wasn’t taking any chances with her safety.
Peering around the room, I questioned, “Where’s Alex?”
“Bishop asked her to go back to his room,” Cheyenne replied.
“You’re shitting me.”
When she glanced up at me, a cat-like smile curved Cheyenne’s lips. “Why would I lie about something like that?”
“I meant why would she do that?”
Cheyenne shrugged. “Maybe she thinks he’s hot. Wouldn’t be the first girl to drop her panties for Bishop.”
I staggered back in shock. Alex was alone in a room with Bishop. A girl like her should never, ever be alone with a biker, least of all Bishop. That motherfucker had totally disregarded what I had said about leaving her alone. My fists clenched at my sides. I was going to kick his ass.
Without another word to Cheyenne, I stomped down the hall. The door to Bishop’s room was closed tight. I knew the right thing would be to knock, but for some reason, I didn’t give a fuck about the right thing.
“Oh, Bishop, that’s so good,” came Alex’s muffled praise.
Rage uncoiled within me, spreading through my body. Alex refused Rev and acted like she was too good for me, but she was spreading her legs for my manwhore of a brother.
Bracing my hands on the doorframe, I then lifted my leg back. I kicked the door with all the strength in me, causing it to fly open. As it banged against the wall, I stalked inside. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. Instead of Alex andBishop naked and banging, they were sitting on the edge of his bed. With a pencil in his hand, Bishop balanced a workbook on his lap. I couldn’t get a good look at the workbook, but I could only imagine it was some kind of sex manual.
“What the fuck is going on here?” I demanded.
For the first time I could ever remember, Bishop blushed. The tough ass motherfucker seriously turned the color of an overripe tomato.
Alex rose to her feet, giving me a glare that could curl paint off a wall. “I’m not sure that is any of your business.”
“This ismyclubhouse andmybrother. Everything that goes on in my club is my business.”
Cocking her head at me, Alex motioned to my cut. “I thought you were just the Sergeant at Arms.”
I barked a laugh. “Justthe Sergeant at Arms? Lady, you don’t know shit about my office or what this patch means.”
“I would hardly think it was your right to know everything. That sounds like the job of the president.”
Staring past Alex, I eyed Bishop. “Quit stalling and answer my question, brother.”
Alex went to sit back down beside Bishop. “You don’t owe him an explanation. What happens between you and me is private.”
“Miss Evans, you are seriously pissing me off, and if you know what’s good for you, you will shut the fuck up and stay out of this!” I growled.
“Okay, okay,” Bishop said, as he threw up his hands in defeat, sending the workbook fluttering to the floor. Before he could pick it up, I beat him to it.
Gazing down at the cover, I read aloud. “Mastering the GED Exam.” I cut my eyes back to him. “This isn’t a sex manual.”
Bishop’s embarrassment turned over to humor. “A sex manual?”
I shrugged. “What else would you be back here doing with her but fucking?”
