Page 21 of Rhett Redeemed

She arches her brow. “What does that mean?”

I wrap my arm around her. “It is mine, but I’m selling it, so I’m not actually staying here right now.” I decide to quickly change the subject, not wanting to get into that. “You ever been on the back of a motorcycle?”

She shakes her head, and the pleasure her reply gives me, only a possessive biker would understand.

“I thought we could take the bike,” I explain.

She touches her hair, but then shrugs. “Okay, sounds good to me.”

She locks her car, and I put my spare helmet on her, then kiss her. When she opens her eyes, she smiles at me. “You know, you never even told me whose party we are going to.”

Oh, I know.

“A friend of mine. Her name is Natty,” I explain. “I’ve known her and her family for years now. I should also probably tell you that the party is at a biker clubhouse. Don’t worry, it’s safe, and it’s a family party.”

“Okay.” She nods. “Did we bring Natty a present?”

I grin. “We did. I got her a gold necklace with an evil eye pendant on it. I gave it to her early.” I dropped it off at her front door because she’s still pissed at me too, but Con doesn’t need to know that.

Why am I going again? Oh, right, because even if they are holding a grudge against me or not, they are still my family, and I’m theirs.

Whether they like it or not.

I lift Con up onto the back of my bike, my hands on her hips. She straddles it and smiles over at me, excitement in her eyes. I show her where to put her feet, and then climb on in front of her.

“Hold on to me and just enjoy the ride,” I say, bringing her arms around me.

She scoots forward and rests her body against my back, gripping on to me for dear life, and it feels so good to have her there. No one has been on the back of my bike except Cara and Clover, and Clover was only on there because Cara let her. Con might not know it, but it’s a big deal for me.

And everyone that sees us showing up like this will know that it is, too.

So I guess tonight is more than just a shit show—I’m also showing my club that Con does mean something to me.

How they’ll take it is another thing.

We ride to the clubhouse, and I purposely take the longer route so we can have a lengthier ride together. Her grip lessens, so I know she’s more comfortable and hopefully enjoying herself. If she hated riding, it would be pretty fucking difficult.

The clubhouse is packed when we get there, loud music, cars and motorcycles parked everywhere. I park in the corner and help Con get off the bike.

“What did you think?” I ask, helping her take her helmet off.

“I loved it,” she says, smiling as she attempts to fix her hair. “I want to ride one. I mean, I work with bikes all day in the garage; I might as well learn to ride. Could you teach me?”

Fuck.

I get hard at the thought of her riding.

When she told me she had started work at a bike garage, I have to admit I was surprised and impressed. And then when she mentioned it was Fast & Fury, it kind of seemed too good to be true. I think the Knights of Fury own that garage, so it’s a bit of a small world. They helped me out of a jam when I got into some trouble months ago. Normally MCs keep to themselves, but I owe them one, even if they have a connection to Decker. Con is obviously comfortable around bikers, and maybe she would like the lifestyle that comes with being with one?

Swallowing hard, I nod. “Yeah, I think I could.”

“Sweet,” she replies, glancing toward the clubhouse. “Anything I should know or expect before I walk in there?”

I wince, and she doesn’t miss it. “What?” she asks, brow furrowing.

I wrap my arm around her. “Well, my mom and dad will be here, so I probably should have warned you about that.”

“Really?” she asks as I lead her to the entrance.

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