Page 12 of Chance
“Stop sniffing me, you creepy bloodhound,” Not-peaches snapped back.
She had fire, there was no denying that.All that angry fire wrapped up in a beautiful vessel that matched that of the girl I’d been daydreaming of doing depraved things to that made my cock ache.And yet right then, my dick didn’t even twitch.
It was a total mindfuck.
Where is my peaches?
This girl looked exactly like her.Even her eyes, those amazing, beautiful orbs, were Evie’s eyes.But there was no way in hell this was her.I would have bet my life on it.And from the way she kept eyeballing me, I was risking it.
“Why do you look like my peaches, but you don’t smell like her?”That was the most important question.
“She didn’t tell you she had a sister?”Not-peaches asked with narrowed eyes.
I nearly groaned and took a hesitant step back, realizing I’d unconsciously tried to scent her again, that desperate part of me rattling around like a chained animal in my head.“She did, but…”
“But she didn’t mention she had a twin?”Not-peaches guessed.
Unable to help it, I gave her another once-over, still freaking out that I was looking at Evie, but not her.She was beautiful.Fucking hot.And yet, my skin crawled at the thought of touching her how I wanted to touch my peaches.
This was insane.I’d grown up with Mila and Monroe, two people who were carbon copies of each other.Only, those two had been night and day in looks once they hit puberty.Mila started coloring her hair black, and they dressed so distinctly that it was easy to tell them apart.Having kids had changed their bodies in different ways, making Mila curvier than her twin.
“No,” I responded begrudgingly, angry at myself for not immediately considering the possibility of Evie being a twin and a little pissed at this copy-paste version of my girl.I could already tell she was going to be a pain in the ass.
Fire flashed through her eyes, looking like a pyro dancing in those pretty irises.“Did you give her the chance to tell you, or were you too busysniffingher?”
“I…” Cursing under my breath, I rubbed at the back of my neck.
She didn’t have to say it like that, damn it.I wasn’t being a creep.Any man who did that shit in front of me would get a beatdown.I wanted to breathe her in—not her specifically, my peaches.I wasn’t sniffing her like a freaking dog.
Rarely did I feel the need to explain myself, but I sensed this was important.Not-peaches wasn’t anyone I cared about, but I sure as fuck cared about Evie, and she no doubt cared about her sister.Even if she was kind of a bitch.Not-peaches was protective of her twin, though, and I respected that.“All I remember is the desperate need to taste her.”
Not-peaches flung her drink in my face.“Stay the fuck away from my sister.”
I should have been thankful she didn’t throw the damn pitcher of margaritas at me.
Evie
With the combinationof the noise in the crowded bar and meeting so many new people who were already gathered for girls’ night, I was a little overwhelmed.Mostly, I tried to stay focused on our group.Monroe, Delaney, Nishia, and Lexa were all nice.Abi kept up the flow of conversation, giving me a little bit of information on all the others, including her sister-in-law Sammy.
For some reason, I couldn’t stop looking at her.Sammy was beautiful on a different level than I’d ever seen, even on TV.It wasn’t just the clear blue color of her eyes but the shape of them that kept causing me to stumble every time I looked at her for too long.Her skin was flawless, her body what I imagined a real-life Greek goddess would look like.She dressed with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly how sexy she was.
At first, I’d been intimidated by her beauty, but she quickly became my second-favorite person at our combined tables.Each time I blanked, she was there with a smile, filling what might have been an awkward silence, rescuing me from my own social ineptness.Between her and Abi, my nervousness began to fade while Evy was over at the bar getting fresh drinks.
Behind us, a group of men was seated in a booth.Most of them were wearing the familiar leather vests I’d seen around town.Evy told me there was a local motorcycle club.To me, they looked like men who had lived rough lives, but my twin told me she actually felt safer living in a place with an MC in residence.She’d witnessed gangs back in Los Angeles, and I was sure there were some in Seattle as well, despite never seeing much of the city where I’d lived for twenty-one years.
And who was I to judge if a man was good or bad?I’d lived with a narcissist who made his fortune from trafficking humans, and I’d never once suspected the evil in my own house.He’d kept my world so narrow and tightly controlled, I had no one I could compare him to.William looked like a nice person on the outside, but the outer shiny veneer had hidden the dark soul of a true monster.
A few times, some of the men would call over to our table, mostly asking Lexa questions.That was how I learned that her dad was sitting with the group.He was a big man, with salt-and-pepper hair and the same blue eyes as her.I gave him a smile when he and the other men gave me a curious glance after Lexa told him my name.
“Dad is the Angel’s Halo president,” Lexa educated me.“If you have any issues with anyone, come to me first.If my husband can’t get something handled, Dad definitely can.”
And that was how I learned that Lexa was married to the sheriff.What little I knew about MCs was apparently wrong if the cops were living harmoniously with the supposed outlaw motorcycle gang.
Which was not the right thing to say, because it had the men in vests at the booth glowering at me, while their friends who weren’t in club attire threw their heads back, belly-laughing.Everyone at our table laughed.It didn’t feel like they were making fun of me for not knowing better, just amused at how pouty the large men in old, battered leather vests got over the unintentional insult.
Abi and Sammy patiently schooled me on a few of the dos and don’ts of motorcycle club lingo when three more women joined our group.Mila, who was Monroe’s twin, River, who was their sister-in-law, and Demi.
I’d met Demi earlier in the day, having stopped at the local diner for a Diet Coke on my way to class.She was sweet and a little more timid in the large crowd than me.As soon as she appeared, the noise level lowered a few decibels.Her shoulders relaxed a little, some of the tension I could feel coming from her easing.River and Mila sat close to her protectively, while Monroe poured drinks for them after asking what they preferred.
