Page 13 of Romeo

“Since I packed up my car and drove down here.”

His nostrils flared and his lips pressed together. “Ain’t an answer.”

“It was but you just didn’t like it.”

“No one told me you were livin’ down here.”

“I didn’t know you had signed up for the email notifications. Did you check your spam folder?”

When he continued, she couldn’t tell whether her comment went over his head or if he chose to ignore it. “Last I fuckin’ checked, you’re part of a club the Knights got an alliance with. A heads up woulda been nice so we could keep an eye on you.”

“Well, see, that might be the issue… I don’t need anyone to keep an eye on me.”

He didn’t appear convinced. “The DAMC don’t know you’re livin’ down here?”

“They do, but not because they were given a heads up. It’s only because I run into them on a regular basis.” If they had been given a heads up, no one mentioned it to her.

His brow furrowed so deeply, it reminded her of the Grand Canyon. “You hangin’ with them?”

She easily read into that question. He wasn’t asking if she spent time with the Angels, he was asking if she was hooking up with any of them.

Truthfully, whether she was or wasn’t, wasn’t any of his business. However, she had learned over the years how damn stubborn these bikers could be. If she didn’t give him a decent answer, he wouldn’t quit prodding until he got one that he considered satisfactory.

Maybe if she gave him that, he’d move along sooner than later. “I occasionally grab a drink at the Iron Horse. But I don’thangwith them. I have no desire to be an ol’ lady or… whatever.”

That “whatever” covered everything a woman could be within an MC. Everythingbuta member. Because,shudder, equal rights were scary to big, badass bikers.

Well, except for the Blue Avengers. As far as she knew, they now had at least two female members, but the BAMC was more of a riding club than a whole damn lifestyle.

She studied the man across the picnic table from her. Being a biker defined him. It was who and what he was and always would be.

Like the Mafia, getting in or getting out of an MC wasn’t so easy. But unlike the Mafia, you didn’t need to die to get free.

Usually.

Despite not wanting that life for herself, she lovedeveryone in the Blood Fury MC. They were truly family and had fully embraced Maddie, her mother, and her younger sister. The members, their ol’ ladies and possibly even some of the sweet butts, would do anything for her. She also wouldn’t hesitate to do the same for them.

Truthfully, they were the most loyal people she knew.

When Shade and her mother found each other…

She closed her eyes.

One day she hoped to find a love like they had. A partner totally dedicated to her. As she would be to him.

Yes, that was what she wished for, not someone who stuck his dick into any welcoming hole.

Romeo lived life as if he had to hit a certain number of notches on his bedpost before time ran out. Like it was a race to the grave.

He’d been handy to get the job done. But once that task was over, she walked away.

Or more like it, she did the walk of shame.

Luckily, no one saw her stumble out of Romeo’s RV with her clothes wrinkled and her hair a tangled mess. And if they did, they kept it quiet.

If any of the Fury members had known she was in Romeo’s RV that weekend losing her virginity, most likely a war would’ve broken out between at least two of the clubs, if not all three.

She had no doubt that Romeo would’ve been dragged right out of his rented Winnebago and made an example. Whether by the Fury president Trip or by Shade. Then she would’ve been the cause of that chaos, along with possibly destroying the club alliance.

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