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Together, we make our way around back to where we hear laughter and smell food cooking. My mouth waters, and my stomach grumbles. I might not come around the club very much, but my brother lately has been inviting me often and telling me to come to BBQs. I make excuses that are about ninety percent true the majority of the time, though there’s still that ten percent that is a lie. Still the food is always amazing, which sucks when I force myself not to be here. The food alone is good enough to make me want to keep coming so that I can eat everything they cook on the grill.
“Honor,” Delilah squeals, running my way, arms flapping at her sides, and a bright smile on her face.
“Hey, Pipsqueak.” I squat down and greet her. “Happy birthday.” Wrapping my arms around my niece’s much smaller body, I look beyond her to see my brother grinning at me as he also makes his way toward me, much slower than Delilah. “Hey, Gunner.”
“About time you showed up.” He chuckles, crossing his beefy arms over his massive chest, making himself look even bigger. It’s not lost on me my big brother is hot. Just as each and every other guy here today. I swear they have to have a rule somewhere about them having to be way good looking in order to join the club. “Was about to call your ass and find out where the fuck you were.”
“Well, I’m here now.” I stand back up, step away from Delilah, and introduce Delaney. “You remember my roommate, Delaney.”
“I remember Delaney.” Gunner nods and reaches out to shake my best friend’s hand. “Glad you were able to come with Honor today. Welcome to the party.”
“Thanks,” Delaney says and glances around. “I can’t believe all this time we’ve been friends along with living together and I haven’t been here before.”
“That would be because Honor doesn’t come around here like she should,” Gunner remarks, throwing an arm around my shoulders. “Come on this way, let’s get you two a plate of food before it’s all gone.”
Great.
“Sounds good,” I mutter and glance around. I spot Delilah already with Zinnia and giggling with a plate in front of her. I swear the kid is like The Flash, constantly speeding around everywhere she goes.
I also notice Savage sitting with a few other members of the club. I take him in, seeing that he looks a lot better than the last time I saw him. On his jaw looks to be an afternoon shadow which just makes him look gruffer than he already is.
Inwardly, I scream at myself, “Snap out of it, woman. He doesn’t even know you exist.” This has got to be true because he doesn’t even acknowledge me as I pass by like the others do. For that matter, Savage doesn’t even look up.
To him, I’m completely invisible and not worth knowing.
CHAPTER3
SAVAGE
First sight of her in nearly two months, I clench my teeth together and do my best not to look at her. Sure, I’ve seen her, but not like this. Not this close.
And damnit if the sight of her doesn’t do something to my chest.
Honor got here a couple of hours ago, bringing her best friend, and I knew the moment she showed. No one looks as good as she does. Not with her mile long legs, she’s got to be roughly five foot seven. Put those legs with that heart-shaped ass and tits that would fill my palms perfectly, she’s the whole package. None of that matters though, not when she’s off-limits. As the sister to my club brother, Gunner, she’s like a forbidden fruit that’s to remain untouched.
Fuck me. Seeing her is like torture at its finest. Honor being here, it’s driving me crazy, and I wish she hadn’t showed which is fucked up. It’s her niece’s birthday, so she was going to be here for Delilah regardless. After what that girl lost, having her family on a special day means everything. I get it, but still doesn’t change my thoughts.
I try to keep from looking at her. I even tried checking out her friend she brought along with her. The woman is a beauty, I’d fuck her, but she’s got nothing on Honor. Not by a long shot and because she’s Honor’s friend, I’d never go there. Regardless, when it comes to Honor, I don’t think anyone can be as beautiful as she is, no one compares to her and that’s the damn problem. I want her too damn much. It’s becoming harder to ignore her.
At the hospital, the day I’d been stabbed by that fucked up bitch, Sarai, I made a point of flirting with the hot doctor and even fucking her in one of the supply closets. If Honor hadn’t been my nurse, I probably wouldn’t have done what I did but I did and there’s no changing what I did. I own it. Although fucking the doctor, it didn’t help in getting thoughts of Honor out of my head, but it sufficed in alleviating the need I’ve got for her.
The only problem is the doctor doesn’t seem to want to get the hint. She wants another go at me, and that’s a no-fucking-go. I don’t go back for seconds.
“We’ve got the custom delivery coming up from the Poseidon Warriors MC for the garage,” Malice mutters, taking my thoughts off Honor and back to business at hand. We’d been sitting here discussing club business, and every time I look up, I got a glimpse of the golden-brown-haired beauty that I shouldn’t want.
“When’s it supposed to be here?” Cy asks, lifting the beer he’s been sipping to his lips. The guy’s been nearly as distracted as me, and I’ve got a feeling it has something to do with a certain woman who works for Rogue’s ol’ lady, Rebel.
Rebel’s receptionist has also been invited today since the two of them have become friends. The woman had even brought along a little girl who’s been running around with Delilah.
“Should be done within the next week or so,” Malice answers, eyes going from us to his woman sitting at the table with the rest of the ol’ ladies. Next to her in a stroller sits their kids. From the looks of it they’re all sleeping.
I’m not surprised with how my VP keeps looking over to his woman. With the bullshit that happened with Sarai and me getting stabbed, we haven’t let anyone else in that wasn’t vetted by Cy.
Malice brings his attention back to us and keeps talking about what to expect of the delivery. With the custom shit being sent to us, we’ve got to keep a lock on it. We don’t need anyone fucking our shit up. Between the shit Avery’s siblings have caused, and with the De La Rosa Cartel, it’s hard to say what could happen. This custom order cost the club a mint and we can’t lose it. Not when we can make a shitload off of them along with the bikes we custom build at the garage.
Thinking of the De La Rosa Cartel and those fucked-up siblings, my gut coils with inner rage. They all need to be put in the ground. They’re nothing but a waste of space. I mean what that bastard Basa did to Gunner’s ol’ lady is enough to make me want to vomit. And that’s saying something considering where I come from and what I left behind. I shove the thought aside immediately not going there. The past is going to stay just where it is. I’m not about to go down that road. No fucking way.
“Who’s handling the delivery?” Rogue grunts. Ever since the ambush that took place down in Florida, he’s not too thrilled with working with others. Not even those we see as allies.Shit happens regardless and nothing can stop it. That is unless you can keep the situation in your control and not deal with others. He definitely doesn’t play around when it comes to his ol’ lady, Rebel.
