Page 19 of Smooth As Whiskey

And when I saw one of the men, I sighed.

Because it meant that she was here.

The woman I wanted to murder.

The woman who I knew Irish was also doing things with.

And it tore a piece of my heart every time I saw her face.

Then it tore a bigger piece every time I had to watch as Irish took her hand and led her up to his room.

And I would have to endure all of that for the rest of the day and well into the night.

Because the Soulless Outlaws were staying here for the weekend, Pagan’s Soldier’s MC, Immoral Saints MC, and Wrath MC had pulled out before breakfast had started.

I was thankful I hadn’t seen her last night.

That would have ruined everything.

Just like it did right now.

The euphoria I was feeling after last night and the fact that I had woken up to him after a few hours of sleep.... had faded. Completely.

Kill me now.

Thankfully, Gabby said, “I have to watch the kids tonight, and knowing Stella, she will shoo me out of the room so I can enjoy the party. I’ll run interference if you want me to.”

I sighed in gratefulness, “You’re awesome, girl. I think that would be great.”

Throughout the day, I helped with lunch for everyone, hung out with the girls, talked to a few of the guys, and not once did Irish speak to me.

And he hadn’t gone near Cynnamin either.

So, what the hell was going on with him?

I was about to ask him what was going on when a song blasted through the speakers. And I smiled.

I looked for Rome, and when my eyes landed on him, I headed in his direction and tilted my head to the side.

Rome jerked his chin to the chair at his side.

Once I was settled in, he pulled out a notebook, and for the remainder of the song, we played Hangman.

When I was brought into the clubhouse the very first time, I didn’t know what was going on or what was happening.

They’d worked on calming me down and getting my story, and I got it, I did.

They had an unknown in their midst, and they needed to know things.

When everyone went to a room they called church, I brought my knees to my chest and hugged them.

But Rome being Rome, he didn’t go into the room, no, he sat down beside me, pulled out a little notebook, and proceeded to play hangman with me. All while this same song played in the background.

I was laughing before I could stop myself at the words he was using.

And just like then, as he was doing now, the words cocksucker, twat waffle, and my favorite, goat licker, filled his pages.

I was still laughing when I saw it.

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