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“You got it, Prez.” With a cocky grin, I saluted him as I headed out of his office. Walking down the hallway toward the common area, I avoided the kitchen this time.

Chapter Six

Beck

Dinner was almost done, and the clubhouse had filled up. The table in the kitchen was large enough, and the room was spacious enough for all the food to be spread out buffet style.

I watched these women effortlessly arrange everything to be efficient, sowhen the club walked around the table, there would be no traffic jams or pileups.

It surprised me by how much fun I had spending the day with the club girls, despite the brief rocky start of them thinking I was with Blade. Once I cleared that up, they were all friendly.

“Hey, Beck,” Jade, who was probably my favorite, called out to me.

“What do you need?”

“Could you run down to King’s office and let him know dinner is ready? It’s the last door on the left.”

“Sure, no problem.”

I took a left out of the kitchen and headed down the long hallway. Coming to the last doorway, with no door, mind you, I stepped into a small office.

“What are you doing in here?”

I jumped and spun around to see a very tall, very wide biker glaring at me. Backing up, I bumped into the desk opposite a door the giant must have come through.

“I’m… I’m sorry. Jade asked me to come down and tell King that dinner was ready.”

My hands hurt with how hard I clutched the edge of the desk. I glanced at the doorway, wondering if I could slip through it and get away.

The biker took a step left and stood between me and freedom.

Crap!

“You’re Willow’s granddaughter.”

It wasn’t a question, and I noticed he was the first person in this club that called my grandmother by her name.

“Y-yes.”

He tilted his head in amusement, smirking, as he asked, “Are you afraid of me?”

Breathing deeply, I stood up straight.

Face your fears head on, right?

“Yes.”

So much for courage.

“You’re not in any danger here. Willow is family. That makes you family as well. Come on, let’s go round up the rest and get dinner started.”

He stepped aside and waved his hand at the doorway.

I quickly stepped past him and did my best not to run down the hallway. I moved fast enough to get away from the man I assumed was King.

Forgetting where I was going, I walked past the kitchen, entering the common area and stared at close to two dozen hot bikers. Suddenly, I felt like I was dinner with the way these guys were looking at me. I recognized a few I had already met, however the number of men I didn’t recognize had me backing out of the room until I backed into a wall.

Without warning, that wall placed two powerful hands on my shoulders and held me in place.

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