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Betsy sighs. “I know, I know.
“How about a good vibrator instead?” Eden suggests.
I click my fingers. “Yes! Who needs a man or woman when you have batteries?” I grin.
Betsy laughs and shakes her head. “Sure, but whatever you buy, I’ve probably already got it.”
“Oooh, our girl is kinky!” I tease.
“Er, I don’t mean to interrupt, but we are ten minutes from our location,” Nathaniel states over his shoulder.
“Okay, thanks, Nathaniel.” I nod.
“There you go! Finally, you got it right,” Eden praises.
CHAPTER FOUR
MORRIGAN
We arrive at the bar,and when I see the line of bikes outside, it has me pining for my own. “She will be here in five minutes,” Eden states from behind me.
We walk in, and the loud music and deep rumbling of bikers talking invades our ears.
“Hey, look what the cat dragged in!” Raven greets us as she spots us. She walks around from behind the bar and pulls me into her arms. “Just as beautiful as your mom.” She grins.
“How are you? How’s the family?” I ask.
“Oh, we are all good. You know how club life can be.” She shrugs. “Go and take a seat out the back. Who am I sending to you?” she asks. Eden quickly loads a picture of Isabella on her phone and shows it to Raven. She nods. “Got it. I will bring your drinks over,” she adds.
“Tequilas all around, please, Raven!” Eden hollers over her shoulder.
“You got it!” Raven laughs.
As we walk through the bar, I spot a few familiar faces as we weave through the tables. My eyes lock on a pair of cold blue eyes, and my lips twitch up at the corners. He stands, waiting for me to approach.
I stop just in front of him and look up. “Fancy seeing you here,” I state mockingly.
He grins. “Good to see you, darlin’,” he drawls.
I cross my arms over my chest. “How’s your wife?” I ask.
His grin deepens. “Ask her yourself.” He gestures to the jukebox on the other side of the bar. He places two fingers in his mouth and whistles to get her attention. Her head snaps up, and she looks over in his direction, but as her eyes land on mine, she squeals excitedly and runs over.
“Morrigan!” she greets me before pulling me into a tight hug. “Fuck, it’s been a long time.”
“Good to see you, Rose,” I reply fondly as he pulls her into his side, holding her possessively close, like I’m going to steal her away. “Seriously, I’m not about to steal her from you. Calm down.” I tut.
Rose rolls her eyes. “Rip here is worse than a fucking dog marking his territory.”
“Just reminding everyone who you belong to,” he growls.
“You know everyone in the bar. I am wearing a cut with it stamped on it that I’m yours, and I have a ring on my finger,” Rose counters, folding her arms across her chest.
Rip smirks, firmly grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her flush against him. He leans in and whispers something in her ear, making her eyes glint with excitement before leaning back, still keeping her close to him.
“Who are you meeting?” he asks, completely changing the subject. I exhale a little cough and clear my throat.
“Not giving you a name,” I state firmly.
