Page 13 of Redemption

Sitting at my usual table in the back, I keep my eyes trained on the door, only half listening to the guys around me, I find myself anxiously awaiting Sloane’s arrival.

Frowning when a thin, heavily tattooed arm slides over my shoulder, Any tries to sit on my lap just as Rouge plops on Tyrant’s lap across from me with a narrow tube top barely covering her tits. Tyrant’s hand slides around her, taking up most of the space between her chest and her Daisy Dukes.

“Get the fuck off me,” I growl at Any, she and every one of the club girls in here know I’m not into PDA. If I have need of relief, I signal to one of them, but I’m not into snuggling. In my mind, that shit’s for relationships and it’s been over a decade since I had one of those. I hadn’t even considered it again until a certain redhead popped into my world.

“You look like you could use some cheering up,” she squeals as Styx grabs her from behind and pulls her down onto his lap.

“I need some cheering up,” he tells her, not caring that she doesn’t seem interested even as she turns to kiss his neck with one of her eyes still on me.

Roman gives me a pointed look since he knows that Sloane’s on her way, and I understand his silent question about what to do with the girls, but I shake my head in reply. “Might as well rip the fucking bandage off.”

He nods, but I see the wheels turning in his head as his mind ticks off all the possible outcomes.

“Is Bridget around?” he asks. Turning, his eyes search the room as he takes inventory of all the women that are hanging around—or on, our brothers.

“She’s in the office,” I exhale and reach for the pack of Reds on the table, lighting one up. “She said I messed up her whole system when she was away, but she promised to take a break when Sloane gets here.”

“Who’s Sloane?” Any asks, her head snapping around, making me think her nickname should be a version ofnosy as fuck, instead ofanything goes.

Roman slams his hand down on the table, equally pissed that she thinks that our business is any concern of hers. Looking back to me, he continues, “Bridget just likes to give you shit, she’s probably sitting in there playing solitaire, milking it to make you feel bad.”

“Why don’t you make yourself useful and go get us a bottle of Patron and a couple of pitchers of beer?” Styx asks Any, pushing her away since she’s not even faking interest in him right now. Rouge shifts, as though to go with her, but Tyrant doesn’t loosen his hold on her waist.

“He wasn’t talking to you,” he grunts out, reaching his other hand up to pull her leg over his other knee before spreading his legs and resting his hand over her kitty.

“Do you think Sloane will be cool with this?” Roman asks, tilting his head in Rouge’s direction.

“Guess we’ll find out,” I respond, slowly standing up as I keep my hands on the table to give the muscles in my leg a chance to stretch, when my attention is drawn by the door opening and closing. My lack of patience rears its head as I wait for the crowd to shift out of the way.

Exhaling when I see her, I keep my eyes focused on where Sloane is standing right inside the doorway, her eyes scanning the room until they land on me. I’m about to take a step in her direction when Any comes over with a couple of pitchers, not caring that one of her tits escapes the narrow strip of fabric covering her nipple as she bends over to put the drinks on the table.

I look from the club whore back to Sloane in time to see my sister walk up to her, her hand extended as she introduces herself.

Sloane

This isn’t the first motorcycle club that I’ve been around, and I accepted the invite to the party tonight to get a better feel for the level of crazy I’d be in for if things progress with Vector and me.

Catching a glimpse of a random woman’s tit didn’t surprise me as much as seeing the beautiful woman striding toward me, her first words are drowned out by the music and noise from all those crowded in here.

“… been looking forward to meeting you,” she says with a sincere smile that lights up her face. “I don’t think Vector’s ever told me about a woman before. Or invited one here, come to think of it.”

“Sorry,” I say, touching my ear to indicate that I missed some of that. “I’m Sloane, are you Bridget?”

She nods, finally releasing my hand to turn and motion toward the bar and the dark alcove to the side of it as she leans closer.

“It’s too loud in here, let’s grab a drink then chat for a few where we won’t be screaming at each other,” she suggests and I eagerly follow her.

Looking back at Vector, he’s still standing near the table in the back, but now he’s frowning as he watches the direction his sister is leading me. Just as he strides forward to intercept us,the mostly naked woman at his side follows his line of sight and furiously frowns in my direction.

I blow her a kiss before hurrying to catch up with Bridget.

Following Bridget’s lead, I request a light beer and get that just as Vector’s hand slides across my lower back.

“I like your hair like that,” he compliments me as he places a quick kiss on my cheek.

“There was no hope for it with this humidity, so I didn’t bother trying to straighten it today,” I wait until we enter the quiet sanctuary, so I can respond without shouting.

“Tell me about it,” Bridget agrees with a flip of her own wavy hair. “I’m going to have to get back to work, but I wanted to meet the woman who finally caught Vector’s attention!”

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