Page 73 of Mile High With the Bikers
“Yes.” Bull responds with enough gravity to pull the Moon out of its orbit.
“Always,” Diesel says, squeezing me closer to him.
“Fuck yeah.” Shrapnel squeezes my butt again, but he also kisses the top of my head. “No getting rid of us now.”
Eagle-eye turns away from us and faces the rest of the club. “Then let it be known that Rory's the old lady of Bull, Diesel and Shrapnel. She belongs to them, and anyone who tries to fuck around with her, is gonna have to answer to them, to me, and the whole rest of the fucking club. Is that fucking clear?”
A cheer goes up that echoes off the high ceilings of the common room.
“Good. Chef, get me a beer.” He looks over his shoulder at us. “You still here? Go fuck or whatever the fuck it is you kids do afterwards.”
Well, he doesn’t have to ask us twice.
