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With a sigh and a toss of her hair, she struts off. Viper grins at me.
“They’re going to revolt soon,” he warns me. I dig my phone out of my pocket, raising my eyebrows at him.
“Nah, they’ve got fresh meat.”
“I can only do so much.”
“I meant him.” Nodding across the room where Trish is curled up against Rattler’s side, Viper follows my gaze, smirking.
“Trish is having to beat them off with a stick.”
Now Rattler is a member, Trish isn’t bothering to hide that she has some sexual thing going on with him. Cradle snatcher. The other groupies are all pissy that she got the jump on them because he’s a shiny new toy, and they all want a ride.
I bet word got out about how much Trish praises his tongue. She should have kept that shit to herself. No wonder everyone wants a turn.
Half listening to Viper chatting about how Rattler is settling in, I pull up Shelley’s number.
MERCH: Come to the clubhouse
KID: Can’t drive. Had weed.
Her reply comes through almost immediately. I smirk, shaking my head. She thinks she’s a rebel, but she’s really not. I remember “Michelle.” A rebel wouldn’t wear floaty dresses worth hundreds of dollars and go to charity luncheons.
A rebel wouldn’t let her Daddy control her with a fancy BMW and a credit card. Shelley’s not a real rebel, which is why she’s the perfect, safe fuck.
Like she said in that hotel room, there’s no way she’s looking for anything other than casual hookups. She’s not looking to take me home to her parents. She’s not looking to become a biker’s old lady. Not to mention, she’s a wilder ride than most of the groupies.
MERCH: Get a cab.
KID: At a party. Can’t ditch my girls.
Rolling my eyes, I tap out my reply. Like that would be a hindrance to us fucking.
MERCH: Bring them. I can think of some of the boys here who would like that.
I can think of alotof boys here who would like that. Unlike her other messages, Shelley doesn’t respond right away. Grunting my responses to Viper, I frown at my phone. Come on, kid. What the fuck is taking so long. Maybe she’s going to show up in a cab? I’d be down for that.
My phone beeps. Finally. My frown deepens. That’s not what I want to hear.
KID: They’re not sober. I’m not letting them be taken advantage of.
My eyebrows shoot up. What the fuck? Now I’m pissed off. She thinks I’m taking advantage of her? Fuck that shit.Shesuggested we fuck in the first place. She might have been drinking that first night at the clubhouse, but she’s been sober every other time we’ve fucked. Not to mention,sheapproached and propositionedmethat first night. What the fuck is she playing at?
MERCH: You think I’m taking advantage of you?
KID: No. But they aren’t already fuck buddies with a biker.
I snort. Fuck buddies. I like it.
MERCH: I’ll come to you then. What’s the address?
KID: Dancing. Gotta go xxxxxxxx
That’s a lot of kisses and not a lot of addresses. Growling in frustration, I hit the call button, raising my phone to my ear. Viper smirks, saluting me with his drink and wandering off.
Whatever. I have other problems right now. The phone rings twice and beeps. She just declined my call! She definitely declined it. It didn’t even ring out. Now I’m annoyed.
Lifting my head, I scan the room. Perfect. Palmer and Lisa are standing at the bar, getting a drink. Striding over to them, I shoulder my way through the crowd, reaching them and tapping Lisa on the shoulder.
