Page 90 of Taken By the Biker Daddies

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“And it’s good to see Jake back to his old self,” George added. “There is really no one else who can lead Black Storm but him.”

“I think so, too,” I said, watching Jake dancing with Lauren. “When he said he was going to step down, I tried to talk him out of it, but he wouldn’t listen. I’m just glad no one wanted him to.”

“That’s Jake, though, always putting himself last. It’s a good thing he found someone who makes him happy.”

He did look happy right now. Both he and Lauren did. And I was happy, too. Wade didn’t look it, though.

“Is she supposed to be dancing?” he grumbled in his seat.

“Why not?” I answered. “She’s dancing with Jake. And everyone here is family.”

“Right,” George said. “No more traitors.”

I glanced at him. “So, did Randy join the Devils?”

“Nah, I heard he moved out of town.”

I nodded. “I see.”

It was unfortunate but fitting, considering what he’d done. Even I didn’t think I could forgive him or want to see him again.

“Maybe the Devils will, too,” George added. “I heard they’re scared of Black Storm now. It seems like a few of them were there when you guys rescued Lauren and took down Roarke.”

Were they? I didn’t see any sign of them, but maybe that was because they went into hiding the moment they saw our numbers and our gear.

I grinned as I imagined them fleeing with their tails between their legs. “They better not mess with Black Storm ever again.”

“Better not,” Wade echoed.

I wanted to tell him to take things easy since he still hadn’t fully recovered from his injury, but I just knew he wasn’t going to listen.

Lauren approached the bar with an empty glass. “Can I have another virgin chocolate martini, please?”

“Coming right up,” George replied.

My eyebrows furrowed. “Chocolate martini?”

I didn’t recall George making such fancy drinks before. I supposed he upgraded his bartending skills.

“No alcohol?” Wade asked.

“Nope,” Lauren answered. “Just the way I like it. I’ve learned my lesson from last time.”

“Good,” Wade said.

She looked at the glass in my hand. “You guys just go on and drink. I’ll drive us home later.”

I lifted an eyebrow. “Really?”

Wade looked at me. “I thought you had a driver. And a bodyguard.”

“I sent them away,” I said, wanting to forget about being a CEO for one more night. “I was actually thinking I’d rather have you as my bodyguard.”

Wade’s eyes narrowed. “You want me to work for you?”

“Do you want to?”

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