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“Beck, I just met you, but I have known the guys in the club for almost two years now. Blade hates Grant. And vice versa. You just made a date with Grant, and he made sure Blade knew it. You are so screwed.” Grace was on the verge of laughter as she said that last part.

“Why do I care who Blade likes or doesn’t like? He has no bearing on my choices.” I picked up my mimosa and took a sip, wishing it were something stronger.

This time, it was Samantha who spoke up. “Beck, you belong to Blade…”

I immediately choked on my drink, spitting orange juice everywhere.

“I’m sorry. What did you say?”

She opened her mouth to repeat herself and I interrupted before she had the chance. “I don’tbelongto anyone. What the heck?”

“Listen, there are certain rules in the MC,” Rachel started.

“Rachel, I am not part of the MC, nor do I want to be.”

“Beck—”

“No, Rachel. No.”

“Ok, let’s just talk about something else.” Samantha must be the peacemaker of the group.

“Listen, Blade doesn’t even like me. He has never said a kind word to me. All he does is growl and grunt.”

I watched as each of these women rolled their lips between their teeth. It was at that moment a light bulb went off. I looked over at where Blade and Jack were sitting. Jack was talking to Blade with their heads bent together, and Blade stared right at me.

I turned back to the girls.

“No.” I stood, grabbed my things and threw some money on the table. I looked over at them one more time and repeated, “No,” before walking to the front door.

This time, I glared right back at Blade as I walked by.

“No,” I said, as he lifted an eyebrow, questioning me.

No was a complete sentence, and that was all he would get from me as I walked out the door, got in my car, and headed home.

Chapter Nine

Beck

I’d avoided everyone from the club for the last few days, even Rachel. She had reached out a few times, but I just needed time to wrap my head around everything Rach and the girls told me at brunch.

Grams had asked me repeatedly what was wrong, and I just couldn’t bring myself to tell her what was going on in my head. She clearly didn’t understand the ins and outs of the MC she had befriended.

That had to be it.

I couldn’t see her sticking around where men treated women like property. She dealt with that enough back in the day.

Ok, maybe she didn’t know.

Maybe I should enlighten her.

Heading downstairs, I found Grams in her favorite spot. She once told me my grandfather bought her that rocking chair as a ‘just because’ gift. From that day on, she said it was her second favorite place to be. Her favorite being lying on my grandfather’s chest. With him gone, she said this was where she felt him the most.

“Hey, Grams, do you have a minute?”

“Of course, sweetheart. What’s on your mind?”

“I had brunch with the girls associated with the club last weekend and some of the things they said concerned me. I have to believe that you don’t really understand what they are like, because you would never be okay with the way they treat their women.”

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