Page 110 of The Trust We Broke
“That shouldn’t feel like a romantic statement.”
I grin. “But is it?”
I shouldn’t even be wasting a second, here, but somehow, I want Lucy’s answer more than I need to see why my president is here.
And I’m sure in motorcycle club presidential etiquette, that’s a red flag.
She cups her hand around the back of my neck and runs her fingers over the shorn hair, making me shiver. “Yes. I need to raise my bar.”
I kiss her softly. “Raise it, and I’ll keep meeting it. I love you, Bug.”
“Then, I’m a very lucky girl. I love you too.”
I lock the door as I leave and see the entrance to the staircase. Despite my national president being at the gate, I can’t help but smile. I remember I haven’t cleaned up in there. There are lube and condom wrappers and my belt littering the place.
Crap!
Don’t have time to deal with it, given my phone is going off like a firework.
Smoke:Fucking Babyface? Don’t let him offer to ride their vehicle up here. He’ll drive it like he stole it.
Atom:He’s probably Mr. King-ing them to death.
Wraith:Or adding “Sir” on to the end of every sentence.
Shade:Knowing King like I do, he’s probably loving that.
Catfish:Would have thought Smoke’d like that too!
Smoke:Only when it’s from your momma!
I grin at that.
Me:Less typing, more riding. Get your asses in.
I have good men. We’ll get through whatever this arrival is about.
I message Wraith and ask him to rally people to make breakfast. Prospects. Club girls. Old ladies. Don’t care who.
The solid-wood club door creaks and groans as it opens. It always does in winter as the wood expands with moisture. Snow is beginning to drift up against the exterior walls.
Two trucks pull up the trail, and I’m confused. They must have flown out here.
When King steps out of the first truck, I’m struck by how civilian he looks without his leather cut. He’s wearing a thick black hoodie and black leather jacket without club colors.
“Grudge. Congratulations, Prez,” he says as he walks toward me. We hug each other.
“Thank you, and not that I’m not pleased to see you, but what are you doing here?”
“Killing two birds with one stone.”
Vex steps out of the driver’s seat of the first truck and opens the rear door. A stranger gets out of the back. Long hair. Almost black but fades to a dark green as it reaches the ends.
She’s pretty. All winged eyeliner and thick lips. But then, I look down and she’s also flat chested, wearing black cargos and thick boots with a chain from her belt to her pocket.
Wait, is it just a feminine guy?
As the stranger senses me looking, they wrap their arms around their chest and look at me nervously.
