Page 27 of Hunter

Pretty Boy had a pretty face, the model kind, with blond hair and silvery blue eyes. There was a lot hidden behind them, even though he was one of the younger guys. There were only certain paths that led men to clubs like this.

“Yeah.” Anna nodded, leaning over the bar and showing a nice round ass. She waved down to Mint, another one of our prospects who was in the middle of stocking the bar, and he passed her a beer. “She’s a nice piece of ass, too.”

“Not the only one,” Pretty uttered, shamelessly taking a nice, long look at Anna before she dropped back onto her stool.

I heard the hard sound of Wolf slapping him upside the head. He appeared from nowhere, and at Anna’s shocked look and the way she began choking on her beer, I figured she hadn’t been expecting him, either. Her eyes went wide, and I was positive I heard a, “Oh, shit,” pass her lips.

Before she could make any attempt to run, Wolf had already dropped his shoulder to her waist and hauled her up over his shoulder.

“Hey!” she snapped as her face met his ass.

Wolf looked down at me as Anna’s mouth went on a rampage. No girl looking like that should swear as much as Anna. She could make a sailor cry.

“You need to bring that girl here,” Wolf said. “Need her in the fold. Sooner, the better.”

“Why?”

“Girl’s gonna be sticking around.” Wolf shrugged, making Anna jerk. “Better make sure she’s got a place to go. Old ladies will look after her and your boy. Brothers, too. Be a good idea for her to get used to those facts.”

I looked at my president, and even with Anna cast over his shoulder, he was the president I knew he would become, even if it had taken a damn long time to convince him of it. It made lying about Adair that little bit worse.

“Thanks, Prez.” I nodded.

Wolf tilted his chin up, and as he opened his mouth to speak again, he snapped it shut with a hiss. “You keep biting me like that, babe, and I’ll take it upon myself to show you how to do it properly.”

From his continued hissing, I figured she didn’t give two shits.

“Saturday cookout,” he said, using his free hand to point in my face.

“Got it.”

With that, Prez tipped his chin at me, Lamb, and Pretty before striding across the club room, Anna bouncing against him, as some of the brothers hooted and whistled.

“Bet you fifty it only takes her ten minutes,” Pretty said, looking at the empty hallway.

“Fifteen,” I said, thinking back to the determined look on Wolf’s face.

“I say five.” Lamb sauntered up to the bar. “And you pussies better make it two hundred or you might as well deal in lollipops.”

“You’re not allowed to make bets,” Pretty argued as Mint passed Lamb a beer.

“Just because you lost the last bet,” Lamb replied, pulling loose his tie and shrugging off his suit jacket to swap for his cut.

“Grow a pair, Pretty,” I teased. “Can’t back out of bets just ’cause you lost one.”

“I lost a grand last time.”

I choked. “Shit. Why on earth did you bet that much againsthim?” Everyone knew not to bet against Anna, but you sure as hell didn’t even think about betting against Lamb.

“She was a virgin, for sure!” Pretty snapped.

Lamb grinned like a shark. “She wasn’t.”

“How the hell can you tell she was a virgin with one look, anyway?”

Lamb slapped him on the back with a laugh. “I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

I couldn’t help it. I laughed, too.

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