Page 102 of Royal Sons MC

She shrugged. “I like light beer or Corona, but this is fine after the fourth or fifth.”

“Yeah, well, you can’t taste it after that many,” Mag agreed.

Ivy lifted the bottle toward Mag. “My point exactly.”

“How exactly did you pretend not to notice a car with dudes?” Duke asked.

Ivy sat the bottle down, shook her hair, and stood up. “Pay attention, boys.” She shrugged out of the leather jacket, pulling out her cell phone. “Are you serious? He broke up with you? He’s a lying ass fucker. We will cut his dick off and make him eat it. I’m not kidding, Lisa. Just calm down, and I’ll come over after I fuck Tymber six ways to Sunday, alright. Yeah, I know, but screw him and his little dick prick self.” Ivy fluffed her hair as she sat back down, not bothering to put the jacket back on. She took another drink of her beer.

Mag opened his mouth before snapping it shut. Zinc did the same. Duke slapped the table once and again before letting out a choked laugh.

“Shit, that would definitely make me think you hadn’t noticed either.” King agreed.

“So, did you get screwed six ways to Sunday?” Mag asked Tymber.

Tymber grinned, his hand reaching over to Ivy’s thigh. “Mmm,” he said.

“I knew you were trouble the first time I met you all those years ago, but damn, you’re good, girl.” King nodded. “Did you give Keys those plate numbers?”

“I'm pretty sure they bugged my shop when they were there, and they most definitely have the salon next door under surveillance. We also had a tail here, but I lost it after about fifteen minutes. Fuckers are good, man. Ivy’s got what you need written down, but I didn’t want her sending them electronically since I didn’t know if I was tagged, or you were.” Tymber gestured to Ivy.

Ivy turned in her seat, opened her jacket, and fished out a sheet of paper. “When I did look at the driver of the other vehicle, it was like looking at death. Like he had no emotion at all. I swear, nothing. I think he would’ve walked up, slit my throat, fucked me before my body got cold or even after, and walked away without missing a beat. That was the impression I got from just a glance. That’s why my fight or flight instinct kicked in so quickly.”

Tymber tugged her chair closer to him. “You didn’t mention that to me,” he growled.

She bit her lip. “It slipped my mind, kinda.”

King saw storm clouds brewing in his friend’s eyes, knowing he’d have had Ayesha over his lap already, giving zero fucks where they were if he’d heard what Tymber had. “Not good, Ivy Girl,” King murmured.

“Shut up, King,” Ivy said, pointing at him and turning a glare at Tymber. “If you even think of being like him,” she paused, her finger still aimed at King. “I will not be held responsible for my actions.” She crossed her arms over her chest with a huff.

King raised a brow, looking to Ivy first, turning his intense stare on Tymber. “You got your hands full, brother.” Not that he didn’t think Ivy was worth it, but King and the other man had different ways of dealing with their women, obviously.

“Come on, Ivy, let’s go. I think I’ll take the long way back. If I hear or see anything, I’ll let you know. Is there a better way to do it than having her ride out in that?” Tymber gestured toward Ivy’s clothes. “Not that she’s not sexy as fuck, but my dick was hard the entire way.”

Ivy snorted, standing up. She stretched, making Tymber groan. “Woman, you’re gonna get me into a fight,” Tymber muttered.

“Nah, everyone knows she’s yours. Besides, she’s a brat.” Duke ruffled her hair.

Ivy pulled her jacket on. “Not to mention, I paid a shitton for this jacket, and I think of all of these guys as my brothers. Older, annoying brothers,” she teased.

Tymber shook hands with King and several other Sons, and Ivy was hugged by even more. King could see the relief cross her face before she left. He rolled his shoulders, feeling the ease flow through him as well.

“Felt good seeing her...happy and shit,” Duke said, his hand came to rest on King’s shoulder.

King took a deep breath and nodded. Mag and Zinc had followed the other couple out, saying they’d ensure Tymber and Ivy were safe, which King appreciated. “This letting shit go is for the birds, man.” King ran a hand down his face.

“Go get your ole’ lady and fuck her. That’ll relieve some stress.” Duke sat back, nodding to the music pumping through the speakers while bodies gyrated on the dance floor and around the room in corners. King didn't mind that his MC brothers didn’t care where they were when they wanted to make out with their women. An image of Ayesha filled his mind.

“I think I’ll do just that. Are you staying here?” King asked. He wasn't worried about his brother since Duke had been heading down to the city to party with Cosmo and a few other Sons more often than not.

Duke shrugged but didn’t answer.

“Take it easy, brother. We got trouble coming,” he warned. The Trevinos had money, which meant they could buy just about anyone and anything.

“Yes, Dad.” Duke pushed off the wall with his last word and walked away.

After he saw Duke melt onto the dance floor, he left to search for Ayesha, finding her in the kitchen laughing with Mack and Katy. He leaned one shoulder against the doorway, watching them while she tried to teach them how to do a dance move. Her ass shook, becoming a sexy bounce moments before she announced, “And that is how you twerk, bitches.”

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