Page 7 of Consequences

“I… should have known.”

“Should have known what?”

Looking at her phone, she reads out the clubhouse’s address. “This is the right address, isn’t it?”

“It is. I take it you weren’t looking for a room full of bikers,” Taylor “Shep” Shepherd says with a goofy grin on his face.

If he wasn’t happily married to a former stripper, Undertaker would have to hold himself back from breaking his legs. No one in this clubhouse will touch her.

“No, I was looking for a party my new step-brother invited me to. This is apparently his idea of a joke. I’m sorry to bother you.”

Her phone chimes, and a flush creeps up her neck as she reads it. Undertaker can’t help himself, and he decides to fly too closeto the sun. As he approaches her, he takes in her floral scent and does his best not to close his eyes to inhale deeply. His heart rate quickens, and he knows it’s even more dangerous than he thought being this close to her.

“What’d he say?”

Holding out her phone, she shakes her head and looks up at the ceiling. It’s obvious she’s trying her best not to cry. “I knew I should’ve known something was up when he insisted we meet there rather than go together.”

“What’s it say?” Lex calls.

“Get gangbanged yet?” he growls.

“Gimme the number,” Brock says. Undertaker reads it to him, and he types it into his laptop with a smirk. “Got his location.”

Nodding, Undertaker looks around. “Anyone up for a party?”

“What are you doing?” the woman asks, her eyes wide and scared.

“We’re gonna escort you to this party to make sure you’re okay. And to let your stepbrother know he made a big fucking mistake,” he says. “I’m Undertaker.”

“Jamie. Jamie Pittman.”

To his surprise, Brock walks around the bar to join Shep and Tyson Reeves. “I’ve been sitting in front of a computer screen too much these days. I think it’s time to have a little fun.”

They introduce themselves to Jamie when Melanie calls out, “Need any female assistance?”

“Sure,” Undertaker says, and he can’t stop the smirk when Jace jumps up to join them.

Relief fills him when Lex stands up with the boxed-blonde, and she hands her wedding ring to Colt. “Baby, hold this for me.”

Worry about the President’s reaction is pointless when Colt takes it and chuckles. “God, help this guy. He has no idea what kind of trouble he’s in for.”

Now, Undertaker only has to worry about Lex offering to give Jamie a ride in her car rather than letting him feel her hot body wrap around his on his bike.

“I have a backseat of booster seats, so I can only take Mel with me,” she says.

The twinkle in her eye catches Undertaker, and Melanie catches on quickly. She shoots Jace a warning glance as he opens his mouth to offer to drive her, and Undertaker has never been more thankful for these two blondes in his entire life.

“You drive, baby?” he asks Jamie.

“Took a rideshare just in case I had anything to drink.”

“I’ll give you a ride. Let’s go.”

They walk to his trike, and he happens to look in the backseat of Lex’s Mustang. There’s only one booster seat, and Melanie could have easily fit in the back to let Jamie ride in the front. The girl is good. So good she read him like a fucking book.

Jamie lets out a shaky breath, but she gets on behind him, her hands tentatively touching his sides. “Thanks, Undertaker.”

“Don’t be shy, baby doll. I won’t bite you. Hold on.”

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