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Nipping at my bottom lip, I keep my eyes locked on his. I’m sure I look sweet and innocent, but he definitely likes it with the way the corners of his mouth tip up. But really, I’m just buying myself time to think of a way out of this right now.
I’ve just gone from planning my escape to being put on the spot to use my body and it’s melting my brain.
“What’s up, Euro?”
My eyes cut to the man who interrupts us, and I come face-to-face with Mr. Viking himself. His blond hair is loose today, falling around his shoulders and making him look more like a Greek fucking God, but the beard on his face keeps him rugged.
H.O.T.
Now if this guy was asking me for spare time, I wouldn’t even be in this room anymore, same with Gray, but mullet-guy… Euro, it’s a firm no. Ladies man or not, my vagina is shriveling up at the thought of him.
Euro takes a moment to answer the Viking, who runs his eyes over me from head to toe, and it feels far more assessing and less sexy prowl than I care to admit. Boo me. And in a flash, he turns and addresses Euro once again, like I’m not right here.
“Euro, you’ve got shit to be doing. Besides, our newguesthere has some questions to be answering,” he explains, piquing my interest.
I can definitely adjust to being called a guest over a whore, but the questioning has me a little uncertain.
“I do?” I blurt, folding my arms over my chest as Euro moves back and gives me some space.
The Viking quirks his brow at me, like he really doesn’t have time for my sass.
“Will that be a problem?”
I shrug and raise my eyebrows. “Depends on the questions.”
“Fuck, yeah. She’s mouthy for a whore. I like it,” Euro interjects, and I manage to bite back my response as Mr. Viking turns to him with a deathly glare.
“Fuck. Off. Euro.”
He doesn’t last a whole second under the Viking’s harsh stare, before quickly scuttling away, and I roll my eyes at the loss of backbone that fucker has.
Clearing his throat, Mr. Viking turns his attention back to me, and my eyes drift down to his cut, intrigue getting the better of me.
Vice President.
No wonder Euro fucked off so quickly; this man is important apparently. Important enough to be Ryker Holden’s right-hand man.
Interesting.
“Now that there’s no interruption, you can lead the way,” he states, sweeping his arm out in the direction of the room they all stumbled out of.
No one seems to be paying us any attention, except for Ryker, Gray, and the long-haired rocker from last night, who stands just inside the Church doors. I tuck a loose tendril of hair behind my ear as I clear my throat and look back at the Viking.
“You want me to step in there?”
His brows knit as he looks at me in confusion. “Is that an issue?”
“Uh, no. I just haven’t been inside one before,” I reply, slowly stepping toward the doors as nerves vibrate up my spine. I dig my fingers into my skin as I try to remain neutral and calm.
The Reapers wouldneverhave let me step inside their Church, not even to clean the fucking thing, so this feels strange as hell.
“I’m not sure how shit went down at the Reapers, but we’re a fucking family here. You’re not allowed in without an invite, but it’s also not so sacred that we wouldn’t expect to find you hiding in here if we came under attack.” I look up at the Viking beside me, eyebrows nearly touching my hairline as I silently nod in understanding.
Noted.
Things are definitely different here.
The three guys waiting move around the table and take their seats as I enter the room. The Viking closes the door behind me as I move to the opposite end of the large table, running my fingers over the backs of the wooden seats as I go.
