Page 27 of Legacy

I still don’t know what brought him back when he got out eight years later, but clearly, he didn’t find anything better out there than this place.

A phone rings, and for a second, I think it’s mine, but then Havoc grunts at his, ignoring the call and tossing it onto one of the workbenches.

“Everything okay?”

“Reina.” He shakes his head.

“What’s up with her?”

“She’s Reina. Something’s always up with her.” He rips out his hair tie, resecuring his shoulder-length hair into a knot on the back of his head. “Something’s always wrong even when it isn’t. Who fucking knows.”

Reina has lived at the clubhouse for a couple of years, and she’s fucked her way through most of the club, trying to get a property patch. But I’ve always steered clearbecause, from the moment I met her, something didn’t sit right.

Besides, I stopped fucking patch bunnies altogether after Sera. It wasn’t worth the trouble of having to face them day in and day out when I wasn’t going to offer them anything permanent.

Still, I’ve watched Reina work through my brothers, trying to stake territory and playing ringleader as girls come and go.

I’d feel bad for her if she wasn’t so damn conniving.

But while the other guys seem blinded by her giant tits and eagerness to get on her knees, I’ve always seen her for who she is. Someone who will ruthlessly attack anyone she views as a threat.

It got worse when Tempe first started coming around, which pissed me off for my president’s sake. But now that she’s giving Luna sideways glances for her relationship with Ghost, I know it’s only a matter of time before it becomes a bigger problem.

“Reina’s fucking trouble. I don’t know why you bother with her.” I swipe the back of my hand over my forehead.

“Really?” Havoc grins.

“Besides the obvious.” Clearly, her looks are enough to make my brothers lose all good sense.

Havoc chuckles. “She’s still pissed about Steel turning her down.”

“And you’re gonna fuck that irritation out of her?”

“Guess we’ll see.” Havoc grins. “So long as she keeps shit to herself and doesn’t make it my problem, who am I to deny the girl a little fun?”

“I seem to remember Steel feeling the same, and we all saw how that worked out between her and Tempe.”

“Good thing I’m not looking for an old lady then.” Havoc shrugs. “Nothing to be jealous over.”

“Whatever you say, brother.”

Havoc brushes me off just as my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and hate the relief that courses through me when I see Reagan’s name on the screen.

Reagan: Yes or no… It’s hot outside, and she had vegetables with lunch. But I don’t know your feelings on dessert this early in the day.

She attaches a picture of an ice cream sandwich.

Jesse: You got Bea to eat a vegetable?

Reagan: You say that like it’s hard to do. Or are you just that terrible at cooking?

Jesse: Very funny.

Reagan: I must be hilarious if the grumpiest biker on the planet finds me funny.

Jesse: More like mildly amusing, but mostly just irritating.

Reagan: You say the sweetest things, Jesse King.

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