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“Did Trip tell you that?”
I shook my head. “One of the uh…old ladies.”
She blew out a breath. “It means, Mar, that you need to think long and hard before you get involved with this guy.” When I opened my mouth to mention I’d already gotten ‘involved’ she cut me off. “I mean seriously involved. Long-term involved. A one percent club means they do illegal shit.”
My brows shot up, mouth dropping open. “Like what?”
“Depends on the club. Gun running. Drug dealing. Stealing. Murder. You name it and there’s a club that does it.”
My thoughts drifted back to Domino and Celeste and how he’d gazed lovingly down at her while she’d hugged him. Kat must have seen the confused look on my face.
“That doesn’t mean they're bad people,” she added. Pausing, she shrugged. “Maybe in the eyes of the law, but they tend to love their families fiercely. They’re super protective of their women and children. They do all sorts of charity for kids, that kind of stuff.”
“How do you know all this?” I asked.
“Almost dated a biker once,” she admitted.
“When?” I asked, shocked.
“In LA.”
She’d moved to LA—her father had been transferred with his job—our junior year of high school. Thank God they’d moved back for her senior year and we’d gotten to graduate together. That’d been eight years ago. At twenty-six we were more than roommates. More than friends. We were as close as sisters.
My brows furrowed together. “How old was he?”
Her grin was huge. “Never mind that, we were talking about you. There’s nothing wrong with you becoming his old lady, necessarily, but it’s a totally different lifestyle. There’s a lot you need to know.”
She proceeded to teach me about the biker culture until my eyes were wide and my brain was numb. She and Celeste were right. If Trip decided he wanted me to become his old lady I had a lot to consider. The most important thing I needed to know was, could I date someone who was considered a criminal? Who was dangerous and lethal?
A shiver of desire raced over my skin. There was something inherently sexy about the thought of him being so threatening. Especially since I knew he wouldn’t be toward me. We hadn’t known each other long, but somehow I knew it deep down. He’d never hurt me.
Kat left me alone to absorb everything she’d told me. If she was right he lived a treacherous lifestyle. One that I’d be expected to be a part of, however indirectly, if I was going to be with him. I laid back on my bed, letting my thoughts drift.
CHAPTER8
Trip
Iwas already in a shitty mood by the time we made it back to the clubhouse. It turned darker as Celeste smiled at me and let me know that her old man had brought Marina home.
Her smile faltered and she looked between me and Drew. “I’m so sorry. She was going to walk home and I thought you’d rather have one of the men take her.”
Guilt pricked at me for making her feel badly. I was pissed that Marina wasn’t here, still sleeping. I wasn’t angry at Celeste, or even Marina herself. I’d just been looking forward to taking a blistering hot shower and waking my siren with my tongue. Now I realized that I would have to do some damage control.
“Thank you, Celeste,” I said, trying to soften my scowl a little.
An uncertain smile crept over her face. She passed over two cups of coffee for me and Drew.
“I appreciate you looking out for her,” I told her. She heard the sincerity in my tone and gave me a real smile. I’d have to have a talk with Marina about placing herself in unnecessary danger. Walking around the city wasn’t safe. Especially if my enemies found out she was mine.
And she was. Mine. She’d figure that out soon enough. In fact, I planned to have that talk soon. But first, I needed to shower and get the blood staining my skin washed off. It’d seeped through my shirt and dried to my chest.
By the time I stepped out of the shower Drew was banging on my door. I pulled on my clothes and yanked open the door. “The fuck, man?”
“The guys just had church. Vesper wants to speak to us.” There was a wariness in his eyes and I felt it down to my soul. The president of this chapter wanting to speak with us could spell trouble.
I followed him downstairs, irritated that this was going to delay my talk with Marina, but unable to do much about it. We walked into the club’s meeting room and sat down.
Vesper sat at the head of the table and the rest of his officers were still present. The wariness grew deeper. If they were all here that meant this was club business. I just hoped they didn’t give us the boot. Vesper knew we were here to kill Eric and he hadn’t given us any guidelines he wanted us to adhere to while we were here.
