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“Good, because I like it a lot.” I beamed a giant smile at him as I ran my hand across the dash. “What did you name her?”

It was his turn to blush, something I never thought I’d see on the tough-as-nails man. “LuLu,” he offered up so quietly I almost missed it.

“What did you say?”

“LuLu,” he finally stated louder. “I couldn’t have you to spend my time with and she was the only thing that took my mind off of you, so she got your name, because even she wasn’t powerful enough to get me to stop thinking about you completely. Not even when I really wished I could.”

I wondered what he meant by the last part, but decided I didn’t want to ask anymore questions. He’d named his car after me. That was crazy. I definitely hadn’t been the only one to feel our ridiculous connection then.

Chapter 7

(Lucy – age 20, Double-D – age 23)

We pulled up outside the clubhouse, and immediately I went on alert. This was where he was bringing me for our date? That couldn’t be right. Could it?

He turned and grinned at me, obviously not sensing that there was anything wrong. “Forgot something. I’m just going to run in real quick and grab it before we head out, okay?”

Immediate relief flooded through me and I quickly nodded my agreement as I continued to sit in the passenger side of his Camaro and watch the various people who came and went. There weren’t many as it was sort of an hour of the day and I expected most people were busy with their day jobs still. I found myself wondering if they even had day jobs. Suddenly, a thousand questions wrestled within my mind. I had no clue who Double-D really was at this stage. Sure, I’d known a little about him back when we talked the night away, but it had been a little over three years since then. I didn’t even know if he had a real job or if his club was a criminal organization. Worse, I didn’t even know how I felt about that. Would it change my desire for him? I didn’t think so since I was here with him and truthfully this hadn’t been the first time I’d asked myself what the club was involved in other than motorcycle rides, hard partying, and fast women.

“You’ll never keep him,” a voice called out to me. It was a warm day and the windows had been down in the car. For the first time since we pulled up I took my eyes off of the door to the clubhouse and turned to my right where there was a red head sitting on a chair in the shade of a large magnolia tree. I didn’t bother to respond. I just took her in as she puffed away on a cigarette while narrowing her eyes on me. She pulled the cigarette away from her lips and I could see the stain of her too-bright pink lipstick all around the filter. “We’ve all had a taste of him, and there’s no way he’ll be happy with your uptight pussy.”

I just continued to stare. What could I really say to that? I knew he hadn’t been a saint before we met, and there was no telling how long this woman had been around. It might have been true. He may have been with her before. I didn’t honestly know.

“You too good to speak to me, because you think you’re special? I was blowing him in that car just last week.”

“Yeah?” I asked, taking my eyes off of her to glance around the car then. “So what color are the floor mats then? You must have gotten close enough to see.”

“I wasn’t looking at no damn floor mats. I was looking at that giant dick of his,” she sneered.

“Surely, you at least noticed that they were red,” I asked her. She shrugged her shoulders before taking another puff of her cigarette.

“Of course I’d notice red floor mats, you stupid twit,” she spat out. “There might be some light stains on them now though, if you know what I mean.”

I nodded my head; having noticed a man walking up beside the car, but still didn’t bother to stop the words coming out of my mouth. “So, what you’re saying is that you’re color blind and you can’t handle a load that one of these guys delivers for you, huh?”

Booming male laughter clapped out beside me then. “Damn, Holly, she just told you!” He remarked before leaning down and grinning in the window. “Don’t worry, I’ll get rid of her ass for you,” he offered with a wink. He turned then to address the woman. “You know Double-D doesn’t let a soul in his cage or on the back of his bike. Well, no one but her, so go fuck off somewhere before you get yourself in trouble and can’t come back.”

“You don’t know, Merc.”

“Oh, I really fuckin’ do. You’ve never had that man get within five feet of you. Not for lack of trying on your part, but I’m not going to sit back and have you lie to a brother’s old lady, so get your ass gone.”

“She ain’t no old lady,” the woman spouted. “She’s just some dumb cunt he’s hooking up with until he realizes she don’t fit here.”

“Last time I tell you, because she’s right, you don’t know how to handle the load you’re delivered so I can’t think of reason to keep you around here.” He pointed a finger in the direction of the clubhouse. “Get gone doing what you’re here for or just get gone.” The woman, Holly, stomped off on too-high, sparkling red spiked heels that didn’t quite go well with the short denim shorts and ripped all to hell t-shirt she was wearing. It definitely didn’t mix with the pink lipstick she’d been sporting. Aside from the color clash, she appeared to have gotten confused as to whether she was about to attend a rock concert or a prom. It was really an odd look.

“Sorry about that, darlin’. Don’t take any of that shit to heart. She’s a liar, and she’s pissed that Double-D is just about the only brother here she hasn’t been able to get to spend any time with her. He’s the one she had her sights set on when she was first brought here to hang out.”

“Not my business,” I muttered.

“Nah, that’s not true. She made it your business by approaching you with that shit. I have to hand it to you, that was one hell of a way to call her bluff though. How did you know she wouldn’t know?”

“Double-D said he never let anyone in this car except a guy named Merc,” I explained before smiling at him widely. “I’m guessing that would be you?”

His slip of a smile grew wide and lit up his chiseled features that had long since lost the softness some men and boys still had at his age. “ Your guess would be correct. You trusted that he told you the truth,” He added, and then gave me a nod and slapped the top of the car before sauntering off toward the clubhouse door. Just as he was opening it I could see another person standing there. It was obvious it was Double-D. He appeared to be fussing at the red head. I sighed. The man who Holly had referred to as Merc said something and then Double-D roared at the woman to go tell Prez what she’d just done.

“He ain’t here. I promise I’ll let him know when he gets back. He took off on a run, man,” Merc explained.

“You make sure he knows. If that’s your thing, you better get your fill before he finds out too.”

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