Page 84 of Royal Sons MC

“We better get out there,” she said, nearly stumbling over her feet.

King laughed. “Come on, Little Dove. I’ll help you carry these. Grab some orange juice out of the fridge, will you?”

By the time they finished eating, several other members had shown up. Their easy acceptance of her and Tiana set Ayesha at ease. However, she still didn’t think it was appropriate for a sixteen-year-old girl to hang around a clubhouse. “We’ll head back to your house unless you—” she trailed off, not knowing what to say.

“I’ll walk you back. Duke, I’ll be back in a few minutes. Call Keys and tell him to get his ass here within the hour.” King and Duke bumped knuckles. King seemed to do the same with every man they passed or got a back-pounding hug. She and Tiana got nods and murmurs of ma’am, but the men were more courteous than she’d have thought tattooed bikers would be. Of course, her experience consisted of television shows, not real life, which she mentioned on their walk back.

“Oh, trust me, we have a lot in common with what you saw on that show.” King raised his hand and gave a small wave in greeting to a man sitting on his porch. “Hey, Wheels, how’s it going?”

Wheels stood up and stretched. “Good, man, nothing but the usual.”

King went up the stairs holding Ayesha’s hand in one of his. “That’s good, brother. Go get a drink and a bite to eat. I saw Heather’s ride coming in along with Porks. They’ll have the grill going and shit to fill all you motherfuckers’ stomachs in no time.”

“Want me to bring you guys anything?” Wheels offered.

“Nah, we’re good. I’ll be back down there in a little bit.” He gave Wheels shoulder a squeeze. One thing she’d noticed throughout the entire conversation was that King kept his body in front of her and Tiana’s. Although Wheels could see them, King ensured he was between them. The sensation that he would put himself in danger rather than allow harm to come to her or her sister made her fall a little in love with the biker. King was a temptation she couldn’t help but want more of, damn the consequences.

Chapter Twelve

After showing theminto his media room, King left Ayesha and Tiana inside his home. The women didn’t know that the room also acted as a safe room. The windowless space with the huge reclining chairs could be locked down, with the only way in being the vault-like door he could lock remotely if he needed to. Paranoid? Maybe, but he’d rather be prepared than regretful. He’d had his rooms on the lower level completely kitted out for safety and pleasure but didn’t think Ayesha was ready to be introduced to that level yet. The fact he wanted to was new to him since he didn’t allow women into the personal spaces he’d created in the basement of the house, except to fuck and dominate, then send them on their way, happily.

“What’s put that frown on your face, Prez?” Keys asked, coming up beside him.

King looked at the lot, searching for the man’s custom Harley. “Where’s your ride, brother?”

Keys jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “Over there,” he said, pointing at the matte black beast next to Duke’s.

“Is everyone here?” King pushed the door open. The music blaring made Keys' answer almost indiscernible.

“I got some more intel on that fucker. Want to hear about it out here or where it’s quieter?” Keys said once they were both inside.

King looked around the crowd, searching for Traeger. “Is this something Trigger needs to hear? He’s involved with the sister.”

“Figured that out already. I’d say no, but I’ll let you decide once I tell you. At this point, I think the less who know, the better. You’ll want to have eyes on the girls at all times. This shit is big, bigger than we thought,” Keys sighed.

Duke stood when he saw King and Keys heading toward the back. The door to the private office where they had Church was always locked unless a meeting was being held. What went on behind the closed door wasn’t allowed to be discussed outside of there, and breaking that rule had consequences no member wanted to face.

---