Page 3 of Legacy

So quiet, the music nearly drowns her out. And when she spins to face the three of us, she smiles so big; I wonder if the room is really that dark or if she’s just that fucking bright.

One thing is clear: this girl doesn’t belong anywhere around a place like this with her big doe eyes and fluttering daisy-covered sundress.

She’s too sweet.

Too innocent.

If I had to guess, there’s not one bad bone in her whole damn body, and it’s a fucking temptation.

While it’s not unusual to get the occasional good girl coming by the club, looking for revenge on an asshole ex-boyfriend by sleeping with a biker, I don’t get the impression that’s why this girl’s standing in front of us.

She looks more lost than turned on.

And when she glances around the room, something edging on fear flares in those big brown eyes of hers. She scans her surroundings before her eyes land on me. And when they do, her perfect pink lips part with a sharp inhale. Her chest expands, and it pushes out her tits.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

Short, and all curves that beg me to dig my fingers in.

But she’s also young.

Too fucking young for me to be thinking the things I am about her. I’m a thirty-one-year-old biker, and I’ll be surprised if this girl can legally drink.

“Well, if it isn’t the farmer’s daughter.” Chaos chuckles, taking a sip of his beer.

He’s joking.I know this.

Still, the sudden urge to break a beer bottle and shove it through his neck crawls through me.

Chaos looks her up and down. “How old are you, babe?”

She glares at the nickname he gives her, tipping her chin up in defiance. “I didn’t know bikers were so worried about underage drinking.”

It’s cute that she thinks that’s what we’re worried about. Alcohol is the least of the trouble she can get into at the Twisted Kings clubhouse.

Chaos elbows me in the arm, and I shake my head because we’re clearly thinking the same thing. This girl has no idea what she just stepped into.

“Honey, you barely look eighteen, much less twenty-one.” Chaos grins.

Her eyes narrow further. “Well, for your information, I turned twenty-one last week. Besides, I’m not here for a drink. I’m looking for Jesse King.”

My name on her lips has me pausing my beer bottle at my mouth.

Hitching an eyebrow, I finally take a sip and look her over again. Barely anyone calls me by my legal name. Not even my mother—unless she’s really pissed at me.

So why this girl thinks she has any right gets under my skin.

She pulls her purse strap up her shoulder, clutching it to her chest as she straightens her spine. Once more, she tips her chin up, showing off her perfectly innocent heart-shaped face as she waits for one of us to answer.

We don’t.

“Do you know where I can find him?” she asks after a beat of silence.

Ghost smirks in amusement while Chaos chuckles, taking a sip of his beer.

“Sure do.” I set my beer bottle on the bar behind me, not taking my eyes off her.

Those brown eyes land on me, and my cock stirs. This girl’s attention is a fucking aphrodisiac when I shouldn’t want anything to do with her. She’s too confident in a room filled with men who have blood on their hands.

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