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Repo
He walkedinto Savage Hell and Cat gently slipped her small hand into his own. He never had her pegged as someone who’d be shy or intimidated by his MC but they were a rowdy bunch. Cillian smiled and waved him over and he wasn’t sure how Cat was going to feel about being thrown directly in the lion’s den but he was about to find out.
“There aren’t many women here,” she loudly whispered.
“No,” he said. “Tonight’s church and women don’t come to that. Otherwise, their Ol’ladies would all be here.”
“Ol’ladies?” Cat asked.
“Sure,” Repo said and shrugged. He forgot that she wasn’t from his world. “It’s what bikers call their women.”
“Oh,” she said. He could almost see her wheels turning. She was an open book and right now he knew exactly what she was thinking.
“Yeah,” he whispered into her ear. “You’ll be my Ol’lady, Cat,” he assured her. She smiled up at him and nodded. Cillian stood from his barstool and shook Repo’s hand.
“I’m Cillian James,” he said to Cat laying his Irish accent on a bit thick. The women that hung around Savage Hell were always trying to cozy up to Cillian but he had a wife and kid at home. Still, it didn’t stop his Irish friend from putting on a good show to make the women swoon.
“Cut it the fuck out, man,” Repo grumbled. Cillian feigned shock and Repo laughed. “Don’t go acting all butt hurt, Kill. You know what you’re doing.”
“What’s he doing?” Cat asked, seeming oblivious to his charms. “I’m Cat by the way,” she said, holding out her hand. Kill took her hand into his and smiled down at her.
“Good to meet you, Cat,” Cillian said. “Repo has a good eye—you’re quite lovely.”
“Oh—now I see,” Cat said. “You are very charming and Irish to boot. I’m betting all the women around here don’t give you much peace.” Cillian and Repo both laughed.
“My wife would have my balls if I paid any other woman a bit of attention,” Cillian admitted.
“Man, Viv already has your balls. I’m pretty sure she keeps them in her purse or something,” Repo teased. “Savage around?” he asked. Repo looked around the bar for their Prez but didn’t spot him or Bowie.
“Back office,” Cillian said. “With Bowie.” He smiled and winked and Repo groaned, rolling his eyes.
He leaned into Cat’s body and whispered, “Savage is our Prez, and his husband, Bowie, and wife, Dallas don’t live far from here. Bowie is a club member too.”
“Wow,” Cat breathed. “He has a husband and a wife? That’s hot,” she muttered under her breath. Repo threw back his head and laughed at her statement and she shrugged. “Well, it is,” she grumbled.
“Well, I just needed to let him know that I’m going to be out of town for a bit still,” Repo said to Cillian. “Would you mind telling him? I better grab our dinners and get Cat out of here before church starts,” he said. “You know how Savage doesn’t like guests hanging out during our meetings.”
“Right,” Cillian said. “Good thinking. It was lovely meeting you, Cat,” he said, giving her his best smile and flirtatious wink.
Cat giggled, “You too, Cillian.” Repo took her hand and pulled her along behind him to the front of the bar. He had placed a to-go order earlier and he paid for their food and took the bag.
“Ready?” he asked. He wanted to get Cat out of Savage Hell before she changed her mind about him, about them—about everything he wanted to do with her tonight.
“Cat?” They both turned to find Jackson Hart standing by the front door. Cat smiled but Repo could tell that it wasn’t genuine, not reaching her beautiful green eyes.
“Jackson,” she said. “It’s good to see you.”
“You too, Cat. What are you doing here?” he asked. She looked up at Repo and he could see it in her eyes, her silent plea for help.
“We’re picking up dinner and then heading out. How do you two know each other?” Repo asked although he was pretty sure he already knew the answer to his question.
“Um,” Cat squeaked. “Well, you probably already guessed, Repo,” she said.
He looked Hart over and scowled. “Aren’t you a cop?” he accused.
“Yeah,” Hart said. “Well, detective but close enough. Why?”
Repo barked out his laugh. He felt mean and God help him, he wanted to fucking punch Hart for ever laying a hand on Cat.
