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Lara ignored her and went to the coffee pot.
Mandy placed a plate of eggs, bacon, and pancakes in front of Izzy. “Old ladies are the long term girlfriends, or wives, of club members. You can recognize them by the leather cuts they wear with patches saying, ‘Property of’ followed by their man’s name.”
Izzy had always wondered what those property patches meant. She shoved a piece of pancake in her mouth and looked at Betsy. “Are you an old lady?”
She smiled as she sipped her coffee. “I’m working on it.”
“You’re delusional. That will never happen.” Lara brought her own coffee to the table and sat across from Izzy, next to Betsy. “Betsy is fucking Twitch, with a half dozen other sweet butts who hang around the club.”
“Screw you, Lara. I hope you choke on Eagle’s dick.” Betsy got up and went back to the stove to help Hannah butter toast and make more eggs.
Lara shook her head and sipped her coffee. “Such language.”
Izzy kept eating, unsure of what to say. This was a whole new world she wasn’t sure how to navigate. And she had a feeling the women, while nice, would have no problem making sure she followed the rules.
“So, Izzy.” Hannah sat down with her own plate. “Who are you fucking?”
“She’s Hawk’s newest pussy.” Lara’s voice held a snide tone Izzy didn’t like.
“Whoa.” Hannah’s eyes widened and her smile signified approval. “I didn’t know Hawk had pussy outside the club.” She winked at Izzy. “Good for you. He’s hung like a Greek god.”
“Uh, thanks.” She shoved more food in her mouth because it seemed the safest thing to do. If she stopped eating, she would be tempted to drive her fork through Hannah’s eyes.
Betsy and Mandy appeared with their own plates, and they all ate in silence, except for Lara who sipped her coffee and sent Izzy evil glares. She honestly wasn’t sure how she felt about all of this. These women were young and beautiful, with different hair and skin colors, and now Izzy had no doubt Hawk had probably slept with all of them.
The food in her stomach turned into a lead brick. She’d known, from the first moment she’d seen Hawk, that he wasn’t the type to go without sex for long. But he’d swept her off her feet so quickly, and she’d found herself beneath his enormous body, begging him to take her harder and faster, that she’d buried her concerns and worries about other women.
Those passionate moments in his arms made her feel like she was the only woman he’d ever made love to, like the only woman he’d ever loved. Yet, as she studied the women around the table, she had to face the truth: She was just one of many. While she hadn’t been a virgin herself, she’d only had two other lovers before Hawk. And none of them had come close to his level of expertise and eroticism.
Since the silence was beginning to feel weird, she asked an easy, innocuous question. “Are you all from Ravensburg?”
The women, except for Lara, laughed loudly.
“Hell, no,” Betsy said. “I’m from Brooklyn. Hannah is from Richmond, and Mandy is the smart one in the group. She’s from North Carolina. She’s taking a gap year from UNC. She’s pre-med.”
Mandy blushed and kept eating her eggs.
“Really?” Izzy had heard of gap years, but it’s not something her mother would ever have allowed while she’d been at Harvard. “Your parents are cool with all of this?”
Mandy shrugged and shoved more eggs into her mouth. “They don’t know yet. School doesn’t start for a few more weeks. I guess they’ll figure it out then.”
Izzy had a ton more questions about why a young, smart woman would leave a prestigious school to become a biker chick, but Hawk came into the kitchen. His brown gaze fixed on hers, and she put down her fork. The heat rolling off of him raised the room’s temperature by a few degrees. “My room. With food.” He pointed at her. “Now.”
Then he turned around and left without saying anything else.
Mandy jumped up quickly and fixed a plate filled with eggs, bacon, and pancakes covered with syrup. Meanwhile, Hannah poured a cup of coffee and placed it on a serving tray. After Mandy put the plate on the tray, with silverware and a napkin, she handed the tray to Izzy.
She frowned at the tray of food and coffee. “What’s this?”
“Hawk’s breakfast,” Mandy said. “And you better hurry. He seems like he’s in a bad mood.”
“I’m just supposed to bring it to him because he ordered me to?” What strange world had she fallen into?
“Yes,” Lara said with a sneer. “Best hurry. Or he’ll ask one of us to suck his dick.”
Izzy’s eyes widened and she gripped the heavy tray. “I don’t—”
“Actually,” Betsy took Izzy’s arm and walked her toward the door, “youdo. If you’re with an outlaw biker, you do what he says.”
