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“No,” she looked away. “I’m sorry King. I just don’t know what to believe anymore. I can only tell you what I know, and it was the Sons of Hell M.C. that threatened to kill me.”
“I get that Cupcake but we ain’t them and they ain’t us. There is only one club and I’m the President. Don’t know how many more times I need to tell you that before you believe me.”
“If you haven’t already figured it out, I have a hard time trusting anyone.”
“Got that babe but you’re gonna have to start sometime cause this shit isn’t going away. Gonna need you to come back to the club and tell my boys everything. Can’t have these posers coming into my town and starting trouble. Won’t stand for that shit.”
“I just want them to leave me alone.”
Holding her tighter, I whispered, “Ain’t no one gonna bother you again. Give you my word.”
“King?”
Looking up, I saw my brother Pyro standing in the doorway grinning. “The boys are heading back up the mountain. What do you want us to do with the bikes?”
“Call the prospects and have them bring the trailer.”
Pyro said nothing more as he turned and left.
“King?” her soft voice filled the silence.
“Yeah.”
“What’s your real name?”
“Callum. Callum Montclair.”
Chapter Nine
Bailey
I don’t know when it happened or why, but one minute I wanted nothing to do with King and his merry band of misfits and the next minute I realized I felt myself safe with them. Considering I’ve never felt safe a day in my life, it was a strange feeling. I still wasn’t one hundred percent that King was on the level with me, but I was believing, or maybe I was hoping, he was.
Returning to the clubhouse, King deposited me in a room he called church where I sat and answered every question Pyro, Enigma and Priest asked me. It helped that Scribe was with me. At least I had one friend in the room. The questioning took longer than I liked and when King walked in, stopping it all, I was thankful. I was tired and hungry and considering I left my shop before I even had breakfast, I was starving.
Walking around the club, I stumbled into a kitchen to find four women dressed in varying amounts of clothing. One woman was only in a thong, her chest bare for the entire world to see.
“Why the fuck we gotta cook? I had a busy night?”
“Shut up Marlene. Just because you fucked your night away doesn’t mean we want to hear about it.”
“Bitch, who the fuck do you think you are?”
“Someone who’s gonna kick your ass if you don’t shut the fuck up,” the mouthy woman said, sitting at the table nursing a coffee.
“Marlene, leave Bridget alone. I don’t want to clean up blood before I’ve had a coffee.”
“Shut up, Karen. No one gives a fuck what you say.”
“Marlene, shut up!” the woman wearing only a thong shouted, rounding on Marlene. “If I hear your fucking mouth one more time before I’ve had coffee, I will knock your damn teeth out. Get me bitch?”
Marlene nodded, stepping away.
“Anyone else wanna bitch and complain?”
“No Sandi,” the women said collectively.
“Good, now get to cooking.” Sandi ordered, only to stop dead in her tracks, spotting me. “And just who in the hell are you?”
