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But business is business, and Gunner’s cousin, Glacier, is a member of the Poseidon Warriors MC. Glacier’s the one who got us hooked up with his club, and they do damn good work on helmets and other shit. We put an order in after seeing the work they did on Gunner’s new helmet—it’s fucking wicked. The order we’ve got coming isn’t just going to be what we put on shelves and sell, we’ve already got several of the helmets sold.
“I’m pretty sure Glacier will be bringing the order up, but I can’t be completely sure.” Malice shrugs and looks to me with a brow cocked before looking to Cy. “Have you found any more information we can use on Avery’s siblings or the De La Rosas?”
“I’m working on it, VP.” Cy sighs. “Those bastards related to Avery are a damn headache. Picture that gooey slim Delilah likes to play with and squeeze it between your fingers. They’re like that and a bit slipperier. But they leave a trail wherever they go.”
I nod, understanding Cy. Those bastards remind me of someone else and it’s hard to push the thought back, but I do regardless. “So, Glacier’s gonna bring the helmets up?”
“Yeah, should be him.” Malice turns at the sound of his ol’ lady calling his name.
We all look in her direction and I find it insane how well she handles having triplets. Then again, anyone with kids, I find interesting. Probably due to my past and everything I left behind.
With Willow standing there and looking in our direction, I quickly divert my gaze, making it so I don’t give a fuck she’s here, but I do. What I need to do is find a clubwhore and get laid, but they’re not allowed around right now. Not with the family portion of the day happening. I’ll have to hold off, though until then I’m gonna have to keep far away from Honor.
* * *
The music is pulsing and I’m more than a little drunk, and I know it. I also know damn well why I’m drinking as much as I am. Usually, I don’t have more than a couple beers, but I decided tonight I’m getting shit-faced. It’s the only way to handle being around Honor this long. I figured she’d leave right after the party. Every other time she’s left right after if not sooner. Unfortunately, Gunner’s ol’ lady, Zinnia, and the others invited her and her friend to stick around and have some drinks with them.
This means Honor and her friend will probably be crashing here at the clubhouse or someone will take them home later. Not me, though. Nope. I can’t handle being around her. I don’t give a fuck if it makes me sound like a pussy or some sort of bitch. She’s pure, good and a total beauty. There’s no way I can allow myself to get near that beauty and not ruin it with dark. I’d only taint it. Doesn’t matter if she’s off-limits or not.
“Hey, baby,” Frenchy, the new clubwhore that came on a couple of weeks ago, comes up and wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her body against my chest.
Ruger and Glock are the ones who dubbed her Frenchy after tagging teaming her the first night. Said she sounded like that chick inGreasewho died her hair pink. Ironically, Frenchy also has pink hair that’s styled short. Even funnier, we all ragged on Ruger and Glock for even knowing whatGreasewas about.
I glance down at the clubwhore and find myself not even interested in what she has to offer. I don’t mind sharing the bitches that come around here with my brothers. But since Frenchy first started, she’s fucked everything she could and then some. She’s what I call a taker, takes it anyway she can get it. Ass, mouth, double up, and even mentioned she’d do a train if we all wanted.
That’s something I definitely didn’t want any part of. Shit, she’s probably loose and sloppy. If I had her do anything it would be using that mouth of hers. At least then, I wouldn’t have to hear her screeching voice moaning. I’m willing to bet it would get on my last nerve.
“Why don’t you go find someone else?” I suggest and grab her arms to push her away. “And don’t call me baby. I’m definitely not that to you.”
“Oh, come on, Savage, let’s have some fun, I promise I can rock your world,” Frenchy says, attempting to sound seductive, but to me, it was nothing but grating like fingernails to a chalkboard.
“How about you do as I say?” I remark and catch sight of Honor coming our way.
Fuck me.
I shove Frenchy away and start to head toward my room, but she doesn’t back off.
“But, Savage, I want you,” Frenchy whines, coming close to me once more.
“But, Savage, I want you,” Honor remarks, mocking the clubwhore with a lip curl and glimmering eyes.
“Can I help you?” Frenchy snarks, whirling around to face off with Honor.
“Yeah,” Honor snaps, rolling her eyes. “How about you get out of the way so I can get by?”
“Where you going?” I ask, taking in her face now that she’s even closer.
“To the bathroom, not that it’s any of your business,” Honor mutters and shoves her way past, still muttering to herself.
Frenchy makes a noise of annoyance that I ignore, my focus solely on Honor and the way she threw attitude. It was almost like she was jealous.
The very thought goes straight to my dick. Hell, her sass already has me hard.
I narrow my gaze, watch her walk into the bathroom, and grind my teeth together while making a stupid decision.Pushing Frenchy away, I follow after Honor, and when she steps out of the bathroom, I grab her arm and drag her the rest of the way to my room.
“What are you doing?” she demands, clawing at my hand.
I don’t answer her as I open the door, pull her in behind me, and use the heel of my boot to kick the door shut behind me.
