Page 3 of Biker Bride (Hell on Heelz MC)

I blinked, taken aback. "Excuse me? You just bought a date, not a damn marriage." I stood up so quick, my head got light.

A dangerous glint in his eyes, he grabbed my hand. "Hear me out. It’s not real. Just for show. But it’s important. And it pays well. Very well. Under the table, as you say."

Intrigued despite myself, I slid back into my seat. "Keep talking."

Chapter 3

Vince came in so close his stubble scraped my ear. “We’ll talk more about this tomorrow night,” he murmured.

“No can do. We have the charity run tomorrow.” And thanks to his shitty bid, I’d no longer be bringing up the rear. Pixie won Tail Gunner.

Vince looked confused.

“Where we get on our Harleys and ride? Bikers from all over have pledged money for the chance to ride with us Heelz. It’s for a good cause.”

I’d never seen a man so disinterested. Vince checked a watch probably worth more than I made in a year. “Meet me here the next night then, at 8 PM for our date.” He released me.

As I watched him walk away, I couldn't help but check out his fine ass. It got me more than just curious. Fuck. I hoped pretending to be married to Vince came with a honeymoon. I’d try for an Oscar. He disappeared into the crowd, leaving me sitting there, fucking flustered.

What the hell had I just gotten myself into? I had no idea, but I was damn well going to find out the day after tomorrow at 8PM. Shaking my head to clear it, I made my way out of the Roost. The place was still alive from the auction, but I made it tomy little corner of the compound, a cozy cabin I share with one of my sisters.

My roommate, Raven, was sprawled out on the couch, a bottle of beer in hand and a smirk on her face. Her other hand was buried in a bowl of mixed popcorn. She was one tough biker chick with dark hair and a dark humor to match. The biker had to be tough. Raven owned a shop, and she often had to prove herself to the mechanics working for her. Prove who’s boss.

“Fancy seeing you here,” she teased, passing me a beer. “I wouldn’t be caught dead auctioning myself off.”

“Eat a dick, Raven,” I grumbled, dropping onto the couch beside her.

“I’d have to fight you for it, skank.”

“Couldn’t you just loan me one of yours since you’re always double fisting?” I made the motions.

"Perhaps I can sell one through an auction, just like you sold your dignity."

“It’s not a ticket to my lady pocket. It’s a date. You won’t believe the shit that just happened.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Try me.”

Taking a deep breath, I recounted the events of the night, from the strip-off with Pixie to the mysterious and indecent proposal from Vince.

Raven listened intently, her sneer never wavering. “Look at you, Demi Moore.”

“He said nothing about sex.”

“Sex and marriage go together…like a horse and carriage.”

“That’s love and marriage,” I said, thinking of a theme song. Raven and I loved to binge shows together. We joked we were becoming couch potatoes.

“But he’ll want more,” she said, as if it were a fact.

“One can only hope. Fuck, Raven. He’s a smoke show. Designer suit, nice nails, pearly whites, looks like he washes his face every night, and he smells good, too.” Around the Roost, around all these bikers, these qualities in a man were rare.

“What the hell was he doing slumming it at the Roost?” Raven put her finger to her lips. “Named Vince, has money to blow, looking for a fake fiancée. You’ve got yourself a mobster.”

“Perhaps he's in finance.”

“Is he six four, too?” She laughed.

“Just shy,” I quipped. “Dark hair and blue eyes. He looks like a fallen angel. Handsome but dangerous.”

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