Page 84 of Devil in Disguise

“I guess that makes you the old lady, Dante. Brushed away, while the men talk about club business. For our protection, of course.”

“Jesus Christ, Mellie. Give it a fucking rest.” King groaned.

Narrowing my eyes, the instigator smiled, encircled Dante’s arm with her own, and clearly said, “Let’s go see our daughter.”

A hand slammed down on my shoulder as the bitch walked out of the room and closed the door.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Dante

“How are you doing, Dante?” Missy asked as we took a seat at the bar. I wanted to tell her everything that happened since we last talked openly, to release all the worry and aggravation I had bottled up inside me, but for some reason I couldn’t because I didn’t want to betray Danny. Instead, I said nothing as I watched the prospect behind the bar pour us both a glass of wine. God, I hoped it was a good year. I really needed something to ease the tension in my gut.

“Dante.”

Reaching for the wine glass the prospect placed before me, I lifted the glass, swirled the red liquid around, and took a sip. “This is good.”

“Dante, talk to me.”

“I can’t. It’s different now. Too much has happened. We’ve already pulled you in more than you should be. I had no idea you were connected to the club. I’m so sorry.”

“I knew you didn’t know. When you told me about the clubs and who you both were, I assumed Danny had looked into me. But the way you talked about Ellie being connected to the club but never mentioned my brother, told me you had no idea.”

“Just one more thing Danny lied to me about.” I lifted my glass to my lips and took a heavy drink as she leaned her head on my shoulder and smiled.

“Fuck him. Divorce him and marry me. We can have a lavender marriage.”

I looked down at her and saw her smiling up at me as I threw my head back and laughed.

“God, I needed to laugh. Problem is, he’s great in bed.”

“Fine, keep him as a side piece,” she offered.

“And Ghost will be your side piece?” I asked.

She stiffened, sitting up straighter. “What are you talking about? There is nothing between me and Ghost.”

Looking at the pretty woman, I tilted my head and gaped incredulously. “He calls youPrincess.”

She sighed heavily, and I lightly bumped her shoulder. “Talk to me.”

“We met in November at a bar. We had a... moment in the bathroom.” Searing heat crept up her neck, and I grinned. Yeah, I was gonna get the 4-1-1 on that the moment we were alone. Ghost was a big boy, and I bet his fine ass she climbed him like a fucking tree.

“When we left, and I saw the motorcycle, I ran.”

“Because he was in your brother’s club?”

“I didn’t even know then he was in a club, much less that it was my brother’s club. He didn’t wear his cut. I just assumed he rode. But even that was enough to have me running for the hills.”

“So now what?” I asked.

“What do you mean? There is no what.”

“You don’t think it means something that all this shit brought you back together?”

“Dante Sharpe, are you a closeted romantic?”

“Melissa, I have never been a closeted anything,” I scoffed. “He clearly has feelings for you.”

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