Page 39 of Rafe: Sins of the Father

I immediately pick up on the fact that his mood has changed, so I sip my drink and say no more, wondering the entire fight if Rafe is pulling for or against his brother.

Several women spectators stand in the crowd, and two of them jump up and down, excitedly cheering.

“Go, Kyle!”

“Get him, Marcus!”

“Who are they?” I ask Rafe, and he points a finger off his longneck in their direction.

“The one in the gold tank is Brandy, Marcus’s girl. The one in the blue is Sutton, my brother’s girl. The one in the sequins isGigi, TJ’s ol’ lady. The one in the red sweater is Melissa, Billy’s ol’ lady, and also TJ’s sister.”

“Really?”

“Yep. And the one in the silver tank is Harley Jean. She’s with Reckless.”

Melissa grabs the arm of Harley Jean, and they both come over.

“Hey, Rafe. Introduce us,” Melissa orders with a smile.

“Melissa, this is Tori Sawyer. Tori, this is Melissa. She’s TJ’s twin sister and also our president’s daughter.”

Melissa sticks her hand out. “Hi, Tori. Welcome.” She looks at my drink. “I see Cody made you his specialty. I’m addicted.”

I laugh and feel completely at ease by her. “I can definitely see why.”

“Cody is Jake’s son. He’s prospecting for the club.”

“Prospecting?” I ask with a frown.

“It’s a probationary membership. He’s got to demonstrate his commitment and loyalty to the club before he earns his patch.”

“I see.”

“Enough about that.” She pulls her friend forward. “This is Harley Jean.”

I extend my hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Her gaze moves between us. “So, how did you two meet?”

“Her father owns the business where I work. Sawyer Lumber.”

“Oh, I see. How cool is that?” Harley Jean says.

A roar goes up in the crowd behind them, and Brandy throws her arms in the air. “Yes!”

Another man is in the cage now, holding Marcus’s arm in the air, proclaiming him the winner.

I glance at Rafe. “Sorry your brother didn’t win.”

He shrugs. “I don’t give a damn if he wins or not.”

Melissa meets my eyes and makes ayikesface.

Someone pushes through the door behind us, sticking their head in and emitting a sharp whistle, drawing all heads around.

“Church in five minutes, boys!”

As the men file out, the girls surround me and take me to the bar, where we have it all to ourselves. Melissa sits on the stool next to mine.

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