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The Hispanic man and his two buddies roared with laughter. “Oh look, our newest patch got himself whipped already.”
Doc refrained from completely wailing on the trio. He was no match. Being the newest Macha member meant he was lowest on the pecking order, and they’d use it to their advantage given the chance. Cigarette smoke wafted in the air, and he picked up his pace.
Opening the door to the clubhouse, he was pleasantly surprised when Isa lifted her head defiantly and ignored the catcalls from Snoopy’s groupies. While Macha held women in high regard, the patches didn’t always color in the lines when it came to club nymphs.
But she’s no nymph.
“Who’re they?” she asked, pausing in the doorway. Her eyes sought out his, and when they collided, Doc forced his body to stay stoic.
“Patch members of the club. They like giving people a hard time.”
“I don’t like them.”
He smothered a grin and followed her inside. “Not all members of the MC are as awesome as me.”
“And as humble too.”
He walked deeper into the room dotted with pool tables. On the back wall sat a long bar, beer tapped at all times. Most of the club members had rooms here instead of living in town. A select few lived in Snowshoe, but most members preferred being close to the MC action on the edge of town.
Hawk and Rubble were playing a game nearby. Both paused and looked their direction. Rubble’s expression remained unreadable, but Hawk might as well have drooled all over the floor.
“She a new nymph?” Hawk called, grinning at Isa.
“You wish,” she said sassily.
Doc exchanged a humored look with his brothers and followed the tall woman. She didn’t even know what a nymph was, but already she’d made her status known among the members.
“You know where you’re going?” he asked when she scrunched her nose at the three hallways. The little diamond piercing in her nostril was perfect for her cute little nose.
“No.”
“I’ll set you up in the spare room.” He held in a smile when he added, “It’s connected to mine through a door. The place used to be a hotel. Macha bought it and refurbished it years ago to fit the club.”
Isa’s light brows lifted, but she didn’t reply. The sooner she realized he was going to be glued to her until the danger passed, the better. Isadora Walsh was the Belfast chapter president’s daughter. To the club, she was royalty and would be treated as such.
He plopped her two bags on the floor. “It’s not much, but until Reaper says otherwise, you’re here.”
Isa sat on the bed and laughed when it creaked. “Any chance the bedding has been recently washed?”
“Of course. What do you think we run, a hostel?” a woman’s voice said behind him. Both turned in time to see Queenie step into the doorway. Her rich brown hair was lined with auburn highlights, and her cut-off shirt showed tatted arms. “I’m Queenie, Reaper’s old lady.”
Standing, Isa held out her hand. “Nice to meet you.” She rubbed her lips together. “How long do I have to stay here?” A moan sliced through the air from down the hall, and her face turned bright red. “I, um… I’m not used to roommates.”
Doc snorted, and Queenie shushed him. From where he stood, the little princess wasn’t very worldly. The realization bolted his feet to the floor. If she was as innocent as she seemed, he couldn’t let any of the brothers near her. He’d protect her no matter the cost. No one would lay a finger on his princess. He’d make sure of it.
“We’ll get you set up at the lodge next week. The guys are finishing up the renos.” Queenie laughed. “Damn men like to take one too many smoke breaks.”
Isa nodded, but her face didn’t match her compliance. “Sure. Any chance I can speak with Lorcan—I mean Reaper? My… er, Phantom didn’t explain much before he shipped me out. I have a few questions.”
Glancing at the clock on the wall, Queenie nodded. “Supper will be ready at seven. You can meet the rest of the club now or after we eat. You and Reaper can chat tomorrow.” She eyed Doc. “Aren’t you late for church?”
The time registered, and he stepped into the hall. “Yeah, I’ll catch the tail end. You’ll make sure she’s okay?”
Queenie nodded and promptly shut the door in his face.
He stood there for a good twenty seconds before his feet followed his command. He didn’t want to go anywhere without Isa beside him. No woman ever had this effect on him, and he’d only met her an hour ago.
I’m in deep shit.
