Page 13 of With Us (Next Generation 2)

“What?” Sunny followed his gaze. “Shit.” His head whipped back around. “Move beside her.”

“What’s going on?” I asked as Shade slid closer to me. But before he could answer, three men, large fucking men, dressed in leather cuts, joined us at the booth.

One man, with a long black ponytail, sat in the booth as another sat beside him. He was younger but had an air of authority around him. A patch sayingPresidentsat on the left breast of his cut. He stared at me. His sapphire orbs twinkled. The other man stood with his arms crossed, probably making sure none of us bolted.

“What do you want, Tanner?” Sunny demanded, his body stiff.

“I heard you were in the area,” the man, Tanner, with the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen, said.

“It’s a free country,” Shade answered, inching closer to me. He rested his arm across my lap alongside Sunny’s.

Under normal circumstances, I was sure anyone would feel smothered by these two big men but right now, I didn’t care. I was the only female surrounded by bikers. I put on a brave face and came to the bar, hoping to run into Sunny and Shade again because I wanted them. Both of them. But even I knew when to be cautious. And clearly with the way Sunny and Shade were with me, they were protecting me as much as they could.

“Is it really?” Tanner sat back in the booth, his dark blue eyes meeting mine. “We haven’t been introduced.” His gaze dropped to my chest. “Are you sharing?” he asked Sunny and Shade.

My skin crawled, bile rising to my throat.

“Fuck,” Shade muttered.

“Listen, whatever you came here for, take it and leave.” Sunny sat forward, shielding me from the other man standing beside the table.

“Aww. No need to be rude.” Tanner stuck his hand out. “Tanner Horsch. President of Satan’s Rejects.”

A part of me wanted to keep my hand back but another part thought it would be better to be polite. I lifted my hand and went to return the handshake when Sunny stopped me. The move had been so quick, I never even saw it coming.

“What the fuck do you want?” Sunny kept my hand in his, holding it on my lap.

Tanner chuckled. “Tell your president that I’ll be stopping by.” He knuckle-rapped the top of the table and motioned to his men. When he stood from the booth, he paused, staring down at us. His gaze landed directly on me. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around, little one.” He looked at Sunny. “You should bring her by the club sometime. I’m sure I could get a lot of money off of her.”

Before I could think twice about it, a laugh escaped me.

Tanner raised an eyebrow. “Something funny?”

“You’d probably have a better chance of getting women to do things for you if you weren’t such a domineering asshole,” I blurted.

Shade softly chuckled.

Sunny’s head whipped around.

I swallowed hard, but I refused to back down. I wasn’t letting this fucker scare me. I was raised better than that.

“Yeah you should definitely bring her by,” Tanner finally said. “Then I can show her how I shut up my girls who speak out of line.”

Sunny moved to get up when I grabbed his arm, stopping him.

Tanner and his men left, their laughter following along behind them.

“What the fuck was that, Meadow?” Sunny demanded when we were finally alone.

“The guy’s an asshole.” I crossed my arms under my chest. “I wasn’t letting him get to me.”

“Fuck.” Sunny raked a hand through his hair. “You need to learn not to say every damn thing that’s on your mind, pet.”

“You don’t know me.” I glared at him. “How the hell do you know that I always say what’s on my mind?”

His jaw ticked.

“He’s right.” Shade pinched my chin, forcing me to look up at him before Sunny could answer me. “Tanner’s crew isn’t like ours. They don’t treat their women with respect. They do anything to make a name for themselves. They want people to fear them. They get off on it.”

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