Page 6 of Worth It All

I head to the clubhouse, keeping myself busy ensuring that everyone has checked in. Then, I wait patiently at the bar for Davina to arrive. I want answers.

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Davina

It’s a few minutes past midnight when I get to the clubhouse. Luckily, Bishop is at the gate and lets me in.

“Is that a fucking hickey?”

Oh shit. I immediately reach up to my neck.

“Mind your business, little brother.”

“Holy shit, my sis is finally getting laid,” he jokes. “Didn’t know you had it in you. Good for you.”

“Shut up. I’m not getting laid.”

“You should. It could be a major improvement on your personality.”

“Didn’t work for you.”

“Spoken like a true smartass,” he replies with a chuckle.

So, tonight wasn’t exactly what I had planned. I met a guy. Which sounds weird because I know a lot of guys. Sexy, tattooed, biker guys. I suppose Aiden is no different. He’s sexy, tattooed, and a biker. He’s just in the Fallen Eagles MC. Good thing we don’t have any beef with them.

I always thought if I dated a biker, it would be one from the RBMC. One in particular. But Aiden showed up at the bar tonight and we hit it off and it’s been a very, very long time. Waytoo long. If Skylar hadn’t pointed him out, I may not have even noticed him.

“Who is he?” Bishop asks.

“No one you know.”

He may know him. Sloan’s uncle is their president. But it’s not his business. Hell, I don’t even know him, yet. Yes, we kissed and it was nice, but there has to be more to a relationship than a nice kiss. I’m just not sure I want to get into something with anyone right now. Not until this mess with Collin is resolved. Still, it was nice to feel wanted.

We walk inside the clubhouse and Mason is sitting there, arms crossed over his broad chest. Why do I get the feeling I’m in trouble?

11

Mason

“You’re late,” I say, shooting Bishop a glare for breaking the rules, although I know I would’ve let her in, too.

“Is it midnight already? Had no idea.”

Smartass. Bishop says good night and I see Sloan waiting in the hallway for him. She squeals in delight when he tosses her over his shoulder and carries her down the hall.

Perhaps that’s what I should do to Davina. Forget all about the reasons we’ve never crossed that line and just obliterate the shit out of it.

“Who is he?”

She feigns ignorance at my question. “Who?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Davina. I saw you. Who the fuck is he?”

She marches over to me and gives me a shove. “Who was the club whore you fucked the other night? Jada, is it? She’s one of your regulars, right?”

My jaw clenches. “This isn’t about me.”

“Why is that? Why are you questioning me but I can’t do the same?”

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