Page 3 of Royally Lucky

She loved the men and women of the MC. After rescuing her several years ago, they’d made her feel welcome, never giving her pitying looks like her family and old friends.

“Hey girl, what’s that look for?” Lux bumped her hip.

She shook her hair back, making an effort to banish thoughts of her past and the family who’d been blood. “Nothing, I was just wondering when the wedding party would arrive. I’m starving,” she said. Her stomach made a rumble, giving credence to the lie.

Tiana narrowed her eyes as if searching Sutton’s face for any telltale signs of dishonesty. Good gracious, her friends were like human lie detectors. “Did you skip breakfast and lunch again?”

“I ate a granola bar this morning,” she argued.

“By this morning, do you mean before six or after nine?” Lux asked.

They knew her too well. She worked at the hospital doing twelve hour shifts. “I cannot tell a lie. Oh look, they’re here.”

A commotion near the door halted their conversation, giving her a reprieve. Thank fuck. For the next half hour, the wedding party filed in and spoke with others in the space. Her hunger became a dull ache as she laughed with a group of ladies when they talked about men and their antics.

“I can’t believe you defiled the church like that, King.”

The words came from Lennox, Duke’s ole’ lady.

“Oh please, he’s a defiler of all things. Hell, if the urge hit him, he’d have taken her in full view of the priest with zero fucks given,” Duke muttered.

“I can’t believe you just said that. I wouldn’t do any of the sort. Besides, it wasn’t in the church, per se. I mean, it was the basement. So technically, it was underground, which wouldn’t that mean it’s not actually the church?” Ayesha asked, blinking quickly.

“What the fuck are you talking about, and what are you doing with your eyes? The last time you did that, you said you were imagining him naked or some shit, which led to the two of you fornicating in the church basement. See how I said church before basement.” The VP and Ayesha’s brother-in-law looked like he was having difficulty keeping a straight face while speaking.

“I haven’t a clue what you’re referring to, Duke,” Ayesha said, turning toward the bar.

Sutton’s bullshit meter was pinging hard the second she saw Ayesha’s face. The President’s ole’ lady winked as she walked behind the bar and grabbed a beer from the cooler like she had done it a time or two before twisting the cap off with practiced ease. When she tipped the bottle to her lips, King made a low rumble like he was in pain.

“I swear to all that’s holy, you two make everything fucking sexual,” Duke grumbled.

“That’s what she said,” Lux said, clapping her hands together.

Sutton rolled her eyes, still wondering when the fuck they’d get to sit down and eat when the door opened again. A massive bear of a man entered. His presence felt heavy as if he’d just as soon kill you than talk to you. However, the man behind theserial killer brute captured her attention. Good god almighty decided to create perfection in one man, and it was him.

She’d seen gorgeous men in real life and on television. Hell, Los Angeles was full of men who did nothing but work out all day, tan, and spend more time and money on beauty products than she ever would.

He had to be maybe six-two or six-three, which meant that when she wore her highest heels, he’d still be several inches taller than her—at five feet eight, finding taller guys had been a struggle throughout high school. She’d been called giraffe, lady long legs, stilts, and one of her favorites, lamppost—the assholes.

“Who is that sexy beast?” Sasha asked.

Lux looked at Sutton, then at Sasha. “Aren’t you in a relationship with Benny?”

“I call them expirationships. They all have expire at some point. Benny’s might’ve moved up a bit,” she said with a tinkling laugh.

“Well, until you actually break that shit off, keep your dick skinner away from that guy or any other one here,” Lux said slowly as she moved in front of Sasha to block her view. “The last thing we need is Benny getting into a fight while he’s still a prospect with that guy over you.”

“I don’t think it would be much of a fight,” Sasha muttered.

“Sasha, get your ass back to work, girl. It looks like the entire wedding party has arrived. That means we can start setting up to serve dinner.” Chris, the caterer, barked orders like a drill sergeant, and Sasha was like everyone else, falling in line with whatever she told her to do.

Once Sasha and Chris disappeared behind the doors to the kitchen, Lux muttered something too low for Sutton to hear.

“What was that?” she asked her friend.

“She gets on my last nerve. Women who come here know the score, and they know who they can and can’t fuck with. A brother who has an ole’ lady is off limits. It’s not like that at some clubhouses, but King has made it clear that’s one of the Royal MC rules. You come here; you sign an NDA, and if you want to be a club bitch, you sign a contract. In that contract, there are rules and regulations. She’s signed one and still acts like that, and it pisses me the fuck off. She and Benny came together, but when you become a Prospect, you can’t have an ole’ lady.” Tiana blew out a breath.

Chapter Two

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