Page 42 of Lucifer's Hounds

“Do what?” I pale at his words.

“Boss’s orders,” Leo says, laughing at the stunned look on my face.

“Is it because he doesn’t want anyone to know about the club?” I ask.

“Yes ma’am.” Scott nods his head.

“Come on, let’s get inside and check out what needs to be done while we wait on vendors.” Mindy ushers everyone inside. The four of us walk into the bar and Leo gasps.

“Holy shit.”

We all turn and stare at him.

“What?” Mindy asks.

“It looks great in here.” His eyes scan the bar as he turns in a slow circle. “He wasn’t joking, he went big with this one,” Leo says, more to Scott than anyone else.

“He did,” Scott agrees.

“This one?” I ask, confused.

“Yeah, this project. He always has some sort of business endeavor he’s got his hands in,” Leo says, still staring around at the interior of the bar.

“Prospect, that’s enough,” Scott warns. He’s clearly talking to Leo, but I’m not sure why he called him that. Prospect? I ponder it for a second before getting sidetracked. Leo and Scott take a seat at the bar while Mindy and I head to the office to check the calendar for the vendor appointments for the day. They will all be here today sometime between eleven and three.

“Is the bar open? I need a beer if I’m stuck here all day,” Leo says.

“Sure, it might as well be. What you drinking?” Mindy asks.

“Give me an ultra and a double shot of fireball.”

I hear the cooler doors open and the sound of a beer hitting the top of the bar as I duck back into the office. Scott pops his head around the door.

“You look happy today,” Scott says, walking in and sitting at the desk across from me.

“I am.”

“You have so much to learn.” Scott shakes his head.

“What do you mean?” I ask, curious.

“About our world. It’s not like yours. There are rules and terms and things you need to know before you get involved with Cass,” Scott says.

“Who said I was getting involved with Cass?” I retort.

“Cass did. He’s one of my best friends in this world, more than that he’s my brother and there isn’t much about him I don’t know. He told me a few days ago about y’all. Look, whether you’re ever going to be an item, or if you’re just having fun, you need to be aware of what’s going on around you.”

“Your brother?” I ask. I’m starting to realize I need to ask more questions. I didn’t know he had a brother.

“He’s my club brother. Blood doesn’t always make you family. That’s one of the reasons men strive to be part of clubs. For the brotherhood that comes with it. You need to know that the cut he wears is more than just a vest with a patch on it. There are responsibilities that come with it and it’s also like a giant bullseye sitting on the center of our backs. There are rivalries with other clubs, certain people we make it a point to avoid,” he says.

“Rivalries?” I laugh in disbelief.

“Yes. As crazy as it sounds, those do exist in the biker world.”

Mindy knocks on the door before walking in.

“Sorry to interrupt, but two vendors just showed up and I need you to come set up the accounts since they’re going in your name.”

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