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I thought about it. “What can you get?”

“For starters, her address, what she does online, her financial statements, medical history, family history, and the list goes on and on. How deep a dive are you looking for?”

Jesus Christ. Pipe seemed like a relatively harmless guy, but given his skills with a computer, he just might be the most dangerous motherfucker of us all. “Not that deep. Let’s start with her name and address for now.”

“Sure,” he easily agreed. “With how much people live online these days, it shouldn’t take me more than a minute or so to find.”

We sat in comfortable silence as Pipe worked his magic. Finally, I asked, “Aren’t you interested in why I want her number?”

Pipe shrugged. “That’s your business, Brother.”

“She worked at the jail,” I confessed, though I didn’t know why I felt the need to. “I think she’s a volunteer there or something along those lines.”

Pipe grinned and shook his head. “Shit, man! You can find women anywhere. You’re like a fucking magnet for the female species. Even in a maximum-security prison full of dicks, you’re able to pull pussy. Impressive.”

I laughed and shook my head. “It’s not like that.”

Turning back to his computer, Pipe typed in Evie’s full name and immediately pulled up a picture of her. She looked gorgeous, just like I remembered. Long chestnut hair spilling over her shoulders. Her alabaster skin glowing like she’d just been to the beach and caught some sun. And, of course, those big mossy green eyes staring into my very soul, begging me to come inside and play awhile. Just the image of her in front of me now was enough to make my dick twitch at the mere promise of more.

The image was from a website she’d created for a catering company she owned. Leaning forward, I hungrily read the paragraph on the screen that introduced her to the audience and what her business offered.

Angling the screen towards me, Pipe whistled. “She can cook, owns her own business, and looks like that! Well, if you’re not interested in her, Brother, I certainly am.”

I guess he had me there. “Okay, I lied. I am interested. Stay the fuck away from her.”

Pipe barked out a laugh. “That’s what I thought. Lucky for you, her number is right here. And you didn’t even need me to do any digging to find it.”

I guess I should have looked first. It would have taken me under a minute to locate the woman and I wouldn’t have involved anyone from the Club.

I took a screenshot of her number with my phone and tucked it back into my pocket. “Thanks, man. Appreciate it.”

Pipe grinned. “Any time, Brother. Any time.”

* * *

Evie

I don’t know why I was so nervous. I’d set food up for a hundred different parties before this. But Angel was right. This party was different. That’s because these men were different.

To start with, they had a presence about them that left me feeling intimidated. They were all so tall and muscular. Not to mention that they were hot. I mean, really hot! I didn’t know tattoos and leather were my thing until today, but now it was clear. I had a thing for tough men who rode Harleys and lived hard. I mean, it was a vibe my girly parts and I could absolutely get behind.

When I entered the Clubhouse, a few of the bikers were hanging around and drinking. When they saw me, they’d unabashedly looked their fill.

A Brother named Hammer, a big redheaded guy with a thick beard and a physique to match his road name, asked, “Who’s your friend, Angel? Wouldn’t mind you bringing her over here so I can get to know her better.”

She’d told the interested group of men my name and what I was doing here before sweeping me into the kitchen and blocking them from any follow-up questions. Even now, my face flamed red with embarrassment just thinking about it.

Angel must have seen the high color streaking across my cheeks because she paused in her task to ask, “You doing okay, Evie?” She waited for a reply, her hand hovering over the half-filled tray of pigs in a blanket. I’d made over a thousand of them from scratch, and they had been just one of four appetizers I’d assembled.

I nodded. “I’m good. Just want to make sure everyone is happy with the food, is all.”

“It’s a lot,” Angel plainly stated, accurately reading how overwhelmed I was. Walking over to the oven, she placed a tray of appetizers into it to warm them through. “The Clubhouse is an intense place, for sure. The first time I came here, I’d been shocked, disgusted, and amazed all at once. Give it a chance though,” she sagely suggested. “You’ll get used to it, and maybe even learn to love it. I promise.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant but I nodded my agreement anyway. “The guys here are, um, kind of a different breed.”

Angel giggled. “That’s putting it mildly. Don’t worry, they’ll grow on you. The Devils seem scary at first, but with a little time and a handful of drinks, you’ll see that most of them are just big, old softies.”

I guess I was going to have to take her word on that. I couldn’t see a single “softie” amongst this entire group of hard men. Only strength and raw power. A shiver of excitement coursed through me as I wondered what it would be like to date one of them. Kiss them. Lose my V-card to one of them. The thought nearly made me giggle out loud at how ridiculous it was, but I was able to swallow it down before I appeared like a total loon.

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