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“Who’s King?” I ask not taking my eyes off him. It’s like I’m trapped, and he’s trying to see into my soul.
“The Prez.”
His progress to us is only stopped by a beautiful, petite blond who barely reaches his shoulders despite the stripper heels she’s wearing. She stands on the tips of her toes as best she can, wraps her lithe arms around his neck, and tries to kiss him. While she looks happy as hell to be in his arms, he looks like he isn’t feeling it at all. He doesn’t return the kiss, his jaw clenches while his eyes fill with fury and remain trained on me. He looks like he wants to murder her.
“Looks like my vagina is safe around that one,” I say, relief, disappointment, and surprisingly jealousy moving through me. “He’s taken.”
I pull my gaze away from the stranger and whirl around on the stool, reluctantly facing away from him, and breaking the connection between us.
“I can guarantee you, that isn’t his Old Lady.” Amelia turns up her beer, finishing the last of it, then sits the bottle on the bar. “None of the Old Ladies are here tonight. None that I’ve seen anyway.”
“You’re gonna have to speak in English, Amelia. Not biker. I have absolutely no freaking idea what you just said.”
She chuckles. “Old Ladies are who bikers consider their wives, girlfriends, fiancés, women like that. Ladies who are their other half. Women they’d die for.”
“Okay, if she’s not an Old Lady, then who is she?”
“Club whore.”
“You got to be freaking kidding me. Are you serious?”
“Yeah.” She shrugs like it’s the most normal thing. “Some clubs or the men in them may have different names for the women who hang around mc’s but that’s what I grew up knowing them as.”
“Wow. Okay. So, you have Old Ladies and club whores. It’s like I’m taking Biker 101.”
She laughs. “You can tell the difference between an Old Lady and a club whore in how they carry themselves around their men and the other members. Most of the time Old Ladies are branded and wear Property cuts—the leather vests you see the men wear. So, if she where his Old Lady she would have a cut on that would sayProperty of King. That woman with her arms draped around him definitely isn’t an Old Lady. She’s someone all these men will pass around if they want sex.”
“Not judging or anything, but they’re cool with that?”
“Sure. They get what they want from the club and the guys get what they want from the girls.”
She shrugs like it’s normal for this type of exchange to happen.
“She’s just trying to mark her territory because of us,” she continues. “Probably because of the way that man’s eyeing you right now. I don’t think he’s feeling her at the moment.”
I look over my shoulder and the disgust and anger on his face are intense. His nostrils are flared, and his jaw is tightly clenched. He looks like he’s minutes away from strangling her.
“Definitely, not his Old Lady,” Amelia mumbles.
His eyes briefly meet mine, again, before focusing back on the woman who clearly is doing everything in her power to keep his attention on her and not me. King or who we think is King, peels the woman’s arms from around his neck like she has some type of disease while glaring at her like she’s a piece of shit on the bottom of his shoe. She still doesn’t see the disdain on his face even when she drops to her knees in front of him and reaches for his pants.
“Is she getting ready to do what I think she is?” I ask, shocked that I’m seeing what I’m actually seeing.
“Anything to keep his attention,” Amelia mutters.
He steps away from her, and snatches her up from the floor, before pulling her from the room.
I’m embarrassed for her. She’s willing to suck that man’s dick in front of everyone to prove to me that he’s hers. That’s some real dedication. But she didn’t take his obvious hints. He did everything but tell her to get the fuck away from him. Like I said embarrassing for her.
I sit the empty bottle of water on the bar after dragging my attention away from the room where he and the woman disappeared. Whoever she is to him or whatever their relationship is or isn’t, is none of my business. I’m not here for anything other than my safety.
Chapter Four
KING
Ho.Ly.fuck!Iwasn’t expecting her. I don’t know what the fuck I expected exactly but it was not her.
When she came into my line of sight, I thought I was having a damn heart attack. My heart sped up, then abruptly stopped inside my chest. I’ve never seen someone so breathtakingly beautiful.
