Page 36 of Priest

“She’s a club whore who has set her sights on becoming Priest’s old lady one day,” Bell announced.

“Oh.”

Because what more could I say about that?

“I’m married to Jagged, the MC’s enforcer, and Bell is engaged to Ox. Then there’s Torch, who is married to Chainz, the MC’s mechanic, and Juicy, who is married to Lyon, our sergeant-at-arms,” she stated as she pointed out a tall, thin, dark-skinned woman with long, red hair and a woman about my height with dangerous curves and a killer smile. They were with a group of other ladies, talking. “Other than that, the rest of the men in the club aren’t tied down with a woman, so they screw the club whores at random. They float from one man to the next. Only Priest sticks with one woman.”

“I’m guessing that’s Cheekz,” I replied.

“Look at that. This girl’s a genius. That’s who his ass needs to claim.” Kyte snickered. She slapped her thigh and laughed loudly.

Bell twisted her lips and shook her head. “Kyte, don’t even think about it,” she declared and snatched the pack of cookies from Kyte’s hand as the other woman reached for a third and fourth cookie since she’d demolished the first two while we had chatted.

“Give me them damn cookies,” Kyte demanded through her giggles.

“No. You’re gonna piss Ox off if he comes in and sees you this way.”

“They’re my damn cookies,” Kyte replied. She laughed so hard that she cried.

“Cookies you were supposed to bring for the brothers and for them to share. Not for your ass to demolish. I swear, I can’t take your ass anywhere,” Bell grumbled, holding the cookies out of Kyte’s reach. I jumped off the couch as Kyte tried to reach over me and damn near tackled me.

“Geek,” Bell called out to a tall, thin man who wore glasses. He was young, around my age, and very attractive.

“Hey, Bell. What’s up?”

“Take these cookies. Kyte brought them for the brothers,” Bell stated as Kyte jumped up and tried to take the cookies.

She was a short woman, so it was easy for “Geek” to take the cookies and hold them over her head. His long legs took him away from her quickly as he jogged upstairs. Kyte plopped back onto the couch and dropped her head on the arm of the couch.

“Y’all so damn funny. Gonna take my ass home and make some more,” she quipped, still in the throes of her giggle fest.

Bell shook her head and sat back down, and I followed suit. “Kyte is a good woman. You’ve got to excuse her today, though. She owns a bakery, and she’s been experimenting with edibles for the MC to sell. They’ve been doing so well that her ass has been getting excited about it. Maybe a little too excited,” Bell noted.

“So, you were saying about Cheekz,” I prompted.

“She’s got her eye on becoming Priest’s old lady. But I won’t lie; I’ve never seen a club whore become an old lady, and I can’t see him being the first one to do so. But that’s the thing about Priest. He’s the most unpredictable man I’ve ever met. Don’t get me wrong; he’s a good man and a great leader, but you can never detect how he’s going to move. He never does anything exactly the same, which is why I guess the shit he gets into works for him because no one can predict what he’ll do next. But anyway, he doesn’t screw with all the other whores. It’s only been Cheekz for the last couple of years. I don’t know about anything before that because I wasn’t coming around back then.”

We chatted for a while about how Kyte and Bell became involved with the brothers and how they became involved with the MC. I snagged onto something that Bell said.

“You said one percenter. What does that mean?”

“They’re the one percent of motorcycle gangs who are considered a menace to society. Honestly, it’s derived fromthe idea that ninety-nine percent of motorcycle clubs are law-abiding.”

“And the other one percent isn’t,” I finished for her.

“Exactly. But listen. When they’re family, they’re down for you, and there’s not anything that the brothers won’t do for each other or their men.”

I laughed. “You don’t have to do a PSA for me. I’m not considering joining it or having anything to do with it once Priest decides to release me.”

As if I conjured him with the mention of his name, Priest reappeared in the doorway and walked in our direction.

Bell patted my thigh, stood, and retorted, “Good luck with that.”

After I’d finishedmy calls, I left my office. Cheekz had initially followed me into my office to talk, but I told her that I didn’t have time. I half expected her to be outside my door when I stepped out, but she wasn’t. I went straight back to the main room of the clubhouse and looked for September. She was with Bell, and I was okay with that.

Bell was a good woman, and she would be a good influence for September. I wasn’t even sure why I thought about that because it wasn’t like I would keep her little feisty ass around. As much as I wanted to protect her from her father and fiancé, I knew this life wasn’t the one for her. I just needed to figure out what to do with her.

“You thirsty?” I asked. I sat down on the couch beside her and popped open my beer.

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