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“Have your beers but stay away from our dolls,” the biker with a gray beard growled.
Rubble and Kevlar exchanged a knowing look. It was one she dreaded.If he fucks this up for me, I’m gonna kick his ass.
“Our nymphs are fifty times hotter than your dolls,” Kevlar stated with a sneer.
The Cutthroats murmured between themselves, the statement clearly true.
“Seems you like these two,” the middle man said. “Just recruited them.” He slung an arm around Nikita’s neck, and she held her breath at his stench of stale beer and cigarettes. “Haven’t had a chance to break them in yet, though.” His gaze turned to her. “How ’bout it, sweetheart? Want to prove your loyalty to the MC by sucking my dick in front of these Macha menaces? I’ll bet you suck good too with those big lips.” His hand slipped to her jeans. “And a very tasty ass.”
Nikita’s throat dried at the crass request. She’d dreaded the first lewd interaction but having her college boyfriend in the audience made it worse. Glancing at Kevlar, she recognized the possessive gleam in his brown eyes. Two sets of fists clenched, neither one trying to hide their outrage.
“Honey, you don’t want her,” a new voice stated with a deep rasp. They all looked over to see Juliet join the group. An inaudible sigh resonated, and Nikita felt her pulse slow.
“You know these two haven’t been initiated yet. They’re only for looking at until the girls and I teach them what Cutthroats want.” Juliet grabbed the man’s tattooed hand and led him away from the group, nodding subtly to her before they disappeared into one of the back rooms.
The rest of the Cutthroats dispersed but not before sending threatening glares and accompanying taunts toward Rubble and Kevlar.
“You should go,” Nikita said, standing and pushing Kevlar toward the exit. His chest felt harder than mere flesh and muscle. Nevertheless, she couldn’t trust him to not blow the operation.
“Just got here.” He reached up and caught a tendril of her hair between his fingers. “And after fifteen years, I don’t particularly want to leave you.”
Meeting his gaze, she recognized the humor in his handsome face. “I don’t think tonight is the best time to chat.”
“Then tell me when and where, Kita.” When he stepped forward, hints of sandalwood and automobile oil mingled in her nostrils.
“Tucker….”
“That’s not my name.”
Her curse caught in her throat. It’d take some time before she accepted his new role, his new life.Then again, he knows nothing of mine.
“Kevlar, you’re in Macha MC.” She shook her head. “I’m a doll for the Greenback Cutthroats. From what I hear, we aren’t supposed to be friendly, let alone friends.” She took a step backward. “Leave before I make sure you aren’t welcome here ever again.”
Kevlar’s brows rose, surprise prevalent on his chiseled features. She’d always liked the hard lines of his jaw and running her fingers along the divot of his chin.
He looked over his shoulder at the Cutthroats, then back to her. “Are you in trouble?”
“Oh my God.” She rolled her eyes. “Just because I’m here doesn’t mean I’m in trouble.”
“I don’t believe you.” He lowered his voice. “My club, Macha, they wouldn’t treat you like the Cutthroats. We respect women. Idolize them even.”
His apprehensive tone pissed her the hell off. “You think you can come in here and save the day?” She poked his chest. If she wasn’t mistaken, he was wearing a bulletproof vest. Immediately, her mind spun to the reason why. “I don’t need to be saved,Kevlar. I can save myself.”
Holding up his hands, he backed away. “All right, Kita, whatever you say. If you need anything, say the word and I’ll be here for you.”
She didn’t release her balled hands until both he and Rubble left the bar. The hard rock music drowned out her own thoughts, but not Mandi’s.
“Girl, I know you’re against getting involved with somebody in a MC, but that man would convince me otherwise.”
Nikita downed the rest of her beer, her friend chattering in the background. She wasn’t wrong. If he truly wanted, Tucker Dorous could shimmy her out of any pair of panties. Today, she was damned sure it would’ve happened again had her job not gotten in the way.
“He better stick to Macha. I can’t afford any distractions.”
Chapter Five
Kevlar
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
