Page 93 of Gambit's Queen

I had to laugh. Ito was two inches shy of seven tall and nearly as wide. Maybe when he got patched in, they’d call him Mountain. Ito can eat. Thus, the name. From the Elvis movie. He’d taken to following me around and proposing at random times. Ito loved my food. Cosmo sat to my left, surprising me. Gambit must have seen the look on my face.

“Cosmo is going to be your shadow for the foreseeable future, bébé.”

“Even here?”

“Even here. Easier for him to never let his guard down. Me or one of the other patched brothers will be with you as well. Plus, someone from one of our allied clubs will work undercover. Following you but not with you.”

“Ty’s stalking me. Isn’t he?”

“Yes.”

“I figured as much if he was at the coffee shop this morning. I trust the Kings. I know you’ll keep me safe. Just tell me what I need to do and I’ll do it.”

Gambit leaned over, kissing me. “Thank you, bébé. Your cooperation will make our job easier. Now eat, woman.”

I laughed and started eating.

Gambit

IWAS RELIEVED TO FINDStormy in better spirits. Everyone chatted around me while I kept an eye on my woman. I wanted to make sure she ate enough. After the first incident, she barely ate anything for days. Relief washed through me when I saw her dig into the food with gusto.

Satisfied Stormy was eating, I searched the room for Stazie. She sat a few tables over with Gretchen, Bay, Outlaw, Saber and Boomer. Stazie had no idea what was coming. Exactly the way I planned. I’m making an example of her. The other clubs, with their own bunnies, was a perfect time to set expectations.

Forty-five minutes later I jumped up on my chair to get everyone’s attention.

“Let’s head to the bar for one last drink before you ride home.”

My suggestion was greeted with cheers. After jumping down from the chair, I offered my hand to Stormy.

“Come on, my Queen.”

I threaded my fingers through hers, leading us into the bar. Earlier, I sent a text to the prospects to get the bar ready for an influx. Ten minutes later I took the stage. Everyone had a drink in their hands. Hand in hand, Stormy and I went to center stage.

I held my beer aloft, speaking into the microphone. “To a life with our knees in the breeze, cold beer, and hot women.”

The room erupted in catcalls, and whistles. I waited until the cheering died down before raising my beer again.

“To Stormy, the King's new Queen.”

Stazie, Gretchen and Bay stood near the stage. None of them drank the toast to Stormy. Everyone else in the room drank and cheered. Time to put an end to this. When the whistling died down untwined my fingers from my loves.

“I’ll be right back, bébé.”

Making my way to the edge of the stage I looked down at the three bunnies. “Care to explain why you didn’t toast with the rest of us?”

Gretchen sneered, “Why should we?”

“You’re part of the Kings, are you not?”

“Yes, of course. We love being a part of the club.”

“Yeah, we just don’t like her,” Bay blurted out.

“Why’s that?”

“She thinks she’s better than us.”

“Stay put,” I commanded, turning back to the mike.

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