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We drive through the scenic part of town and wind around the local park, then a little farther to the road leading out of town, where the rows of red and white oak trees are in full bloom, then back down toward the club. The club lot is full tonight. I guess they all wanted to party.
When I was younger, there’d be parties every night. Booze and biker bunnies abounded. We still have that, but not as often. A lot of the guys have settled, and the new recruits get enough action that they don’t complain. Guard makes it pretty clear that joining Satan’s Pride isn’t about the pussy. This is about brotherhood first and foremost. It’s about living life large, but doing it in a way where we’re making a decent living and taking care of our families.
MCs can have a bad reputation, and at one time, the drug runs were a consistent form of income for the club. Guard wanted something different for this club. His dream was to legitimize our businesses and build a club that thrived without putting our lives on the line. We did that.
We’re contractors, mechanics, cybersecurity, and more. Each members’ talents are utilized, and we pool them all into a pot and divvy it out. None of us goes hungry, none of us will have to worry about money. Hell, I could retire tomorrow! Other clubs saw what we were doing and followed suit. Some decided they wanted a piece of our action. Guard protects this club, and since the brothers were all on the same page, we fought back.
Those MCs that came to take what’s ours had a rude awakening. Satan’s Pride didn’t go soft, we got smart. We won’t start a war, but we’ll sure as hell end it. Our rivals learned fast enough not to fuck with the Pride. We’ve had some bumps in the road, but through it all, we’ve stuck together.
It’s still early in the evening, which means the place is still rated PG. The party will rev into high gear later, but for now, we walk around back to the patio where the noise seems to be the loudest. Guard’s in a group of men from another district, but he sees me coming and lifts his beer in our direction. I give him a chin lift and leave him to it.
Ghost is the first to greet us.
“Rose, right?” he asks. I gotta tell you that Ghost is as intimidating as they come. He’s freaking huge and is overwhelming when you first meet him. Rose has to tilt her head way back to meet his gaze. I feel her stiffening beside me.
“H-hi,” she manages to get out.
“This is Ghost, Abby’s man. He’s not nearly as mean as he looks,” I kid. I see an expression of surprise when I mention Abby. I get it, though. Abby is very quiet and tiny in comparison to the mammoth giant in front of her. Abby comes to Ghost’s side, and immediately, he tucks her into himself.
“I see you’ve met Ghost. We’re so happy that you’re here. We’ve been waiting for you. Most of us girls are over there.” She points to the far end, where a bunch of lawn chairs are set up and a very giddy group of Pride women are sitting.
“Are they smashed?” I ask Ghost.
“Not yet, but they will be. I have a feeling a bunch of us will be spending the night,” the big man says with a chuckle. “It’s Izzy and Saint’s turn to watch the kids. And I think Camille and Steady are going to head over later to help out.”
“The kids?” Rose asks.
“The little Pride, I call them.” Abby giggles. “We have Gavin and Ryder, who belong to Ava and Guard. Vi and Orion are parents to Gabby and Alexander. Romeo belongs to Hanna and Risk. Camille and Steady have the cutest little guy named Kyrian. Who am I forgetting?” She taps a finger to her chin. “Oh, Maddie and War have sweet Amelia and baby Adam. They won’t be staying either because she can’t bear to be away from him overnight yet. Not that I blame her, he’s so darn sweet.” Her voice goes higher when she gets excited. “I’m stealing her for a while,” Abby announces, practically dragging Rose over to the others.
“Don’t fight it, man,” Ghost says as Rosie looks back at me over her shoulder.
“Who knew Abby could get feisty?” I tease.
“That’s what happens when she’s had two appletinis, apparently. I can’t wait for later when I can get the best use out of her feistiness.”
I grab a beer and mingle, with one eye constantly looking over at Rosie. She seems to be having a good time. She has the same laugh as I remember. It comes straight from her belly. It’s real, not forced. I’m glad that she likes this crew, because if I have my way, she’s going to be here a lot.
A couple of times, I catch her watching me. She waves or lifts her martini glass my way, with a sexy smile on her face. I’m going to have to make my move soon. My dick is already straining against my jeans, and I’ve taken way too many cold showers in the last couple of days.
The music gets louder as the night wears on. The girls move to the makeshift dance floor on the grass. They’re dancing and singing to Demon’s new hit song. Demon is roped into the mix by his wife, her arms around his neck as she gazes up at him adoringly.
I’m not a dancer, never have been. It’s not until I notice a guy from the visiting club making his way through the crowd and heading straight for Rose that I decide I need to stake my claim. I slide in behind Rose and wrap an arm around her middle. She lets out a startled squeak, turning her head to see it’s me.
Rosie relaxes in my grip, but I’m still staring at the guy who was coming to make his move. He gets the message, nodding his head and giving me a two-finger salute. My eyes move around the room until I find Hammer, who is outright laughing at me. I should go punch him in the mouth. He called it right from the start. Guard is next to him, looking pretty smug too.
“Aren’t you going to dance with me?” Rosie says, turning in my arms. The music has changed to a slow song. Her hands slide up to my shoulders as she sways to the beat. I move with her, my hands at her waist, instinctively pulling her closer.
She gazes into my eyes like she’s trying to figure me out.
“Do you know what’s happening here?” I ask.
She releases a heavy sigh and murmurs, “I’m not sure.”
I lower my head and brush my lips lightly over her soft, trembling ones. “What about now?”
“Thunder—” she says breathlessly.
“For you, I’m Michael,” I whisper in her ear.
