Page 33 of Sweet Revenge

He slid his hand down my arm and wrapped his hand around my much smaller one before he stepped back. His eyes stared into mine until they skimmed down over my face and landed on my lips. I slowly licked my suddenly dry lips and watched while his heated gaze slid back up to meet mine. He jerked his head back like he was snapping himself out of the moment and looked over at Bear who turned at the same time and nodded.

I wasn’t sure what was happening, but at that moment, I wanted his attention back, and that was something I’d never wanted from any man before.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

GUNNER

Fuck, she looked amazing. I didn’t ever remember seeing her hair down; she always wore it up or braided, but tonight, for some reason, she left it hanging in soft blond waves down her back. I was assuming Becs had both bought and picked out the clothes she was wearing, and I’d have to thank her later. I’d also noticed over the past few weeks that she was finally gaining some weight, which made me really fucking happy. She no longer looked like she’d break if I touched her.

I jerked my attention from her when Bear cleared his throat, but it took me a minute after I saw her lick her lips. I nodded when I read the intent in his expression and stepped back, but I didn’t drop Maggie’s hand. I had no intention of doing that. It was as close as I could get, and I wasn’t giving it up.

Bear steered Becs to the bar and handed her a water before tossing one my way, which I handed to Maggie. She thanked me softly and tucked herself in tight against my side when Bull called out.

“Bear, man, what’s going?”

“Everyone got a drink?” Bear called out and was answered by cheers. “We’re celebrating something tonight.”

All heads snapped my way, and I felt Maggie push in even tighter, squeezing my hand when she did so. I knew they thought it was me and Maggie. I wasn’t exactly being subtle about my feelings or intentions, but I didn’t think she realized why they were looking our way. I shook my head at the group who all shifted their attention back to Bear.

“We’re celebrating Becs’s news.”

“What news, honey?” Pop called out.

I smiled when I saw he was here with us tonight. He was by far the oldest member of our club and never wanted to hold a position other than chaplain. His wife died almost a year ago, and he hadn’t been coming around as much, but lately, that seemed to be changing. It was good to see the old bastard taking an interest again.

Becs looked at Bear who grinned and held up his beer bottle. “My baby sister is having a baby!”

Cheers broke out instantly with catcalls and whistles echoing in the room. Becs smiled, but her eyes scanned the crowd. I knew as well as Bear did who she was looking for, and I also knew as soon as Bear finished saying what he needed to say, Race would take off.

“We need to keep an eye out.” Pop announced when the cheers died down.

“That’s why I called you all here, and why I wanted Becs and Maggie here too since it involves both of them.” Bear set his bottle back on the bar top and put his hands on his hips. “We had a visit today from the Widows.”

“What the fuck?” Ritz said angrily.

“Showed up while we were in the garage.” I added.

“What the fuck did they want?” Bull called out.

“Asked if we knew where Snake and Maggie were.”

Ritz scoffed. “You think it’s a ploy?”

Bear shook his head. “Could be, but I didn’t get that feeling.” He ran his hand through his hair and blew out a breath of frustration. “I told them this was the only time they were allowed on the property, but I want all of you on alert.”

“They’re watching us.” I gestured back and forth between Bear and myself. “They think we have Snake.”

“If we had Snake, he’d no longer be breathing. They have to fucking know that,” Bull growled.

Maggie squeezed my hand but stayed tight against my side. “I don’t know what their game is, but it was obvious they have no fucking clue where he is either.”

“We planted the seed that Maggie is with him.” Bear shared.

“They buy it?” Pop asked.

“Doubt it,” Bear answered honestly. “They know more than they’re letting on. I just don’t know how much more.” He gestured to the room at large. “We need to be vigilant. Don’t engage with any of the fuckers unless you have to. I’d like us all to come out on the other side of this shit alive.”

A lot of murmurs of agreement flooded the room. This club had been run for years by a president who ran it very much like the Widows ran theirs until that president and his VP were killed, and Bear was voted in. The younger guys wanted a better club, an honest club—a place to hang out, be free, and ride whenever they hell they wanted to. Most of the guys didn’t have families and didn’t have roots. A lot were military, but all of them were looking for a place to belong. That was what Bear brought to this club.

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