Page 15 of Q: Satan's Fury MC

“Um-hmm... If you say so.”

“Caroline!”

“Okay, fine. She had to go, but that still doesn’t explain why you’ve been in such a foul mood.” She crossed her arms and smirked. “If you ask me, I’d say it has something to do with a man. The question is... which one?”

I loved Caroline’s foul-mouth and boisterous attitude, but she would’ve just told me that I should go for it and have a fling with Q. So, I did the only thing I could.I lied.“I hate to break it to you, but you’re wrong. It has nothing to do with a man.”

“I call bullshit.” She placed her hand on her hip and sassed, “Everything was peachy-fucking-keen until Smokey’s brothers got here. As soon as they left, you became a big sour puss, and I wanna know why?”

“It had nothing to do with them,” I lied. “I’ve just started this new low-carb diet, and it’s giving me a massive headache. And I’m hungry. And I’m tired.”

“I’m not surprised,” Caroline groaned. “We aren’t meant to live without bread and potatoes. Damn. It’s inhumane to deprive ourselves like that.”

Said the girl who was a buck-twenty-five soaking wet.

“It’s not that bad. Besides, I have to do something.” I tugged at the waistband of my jeans. “I’ve eaten one too many of MJ’s candy apples, and now, I can barely fit into my jeans. I can’t believe I’ve let myself get so out of hand.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding,” Caroline gasped. “You look great. I would kill to have an ass like yours.”

“Whatever,” I scoffed as I glanced down at her skin-tight jeans. Caroline had one of those hourglass figures with the tiniest of waists and perfect boobs, and she always dressed to show off her assets—especially when there would be men around. “You have an amazing figure. You have to know that.”

“I do not!” She looked down at her flat stomach and grimaced. “I’ve tried everything from exercise to starving myself to get rid of this stupid pooch, but nothing works.”

“You do not have a pooch, Caroline. You’re skinny as a rail.”

Excitement flashed through her eyes as she asked, “You really think so?”

“Well, yeah. I’d be pressed to find an ounce of fat on you.” I chuckled as I teased, “You should try eating more of MJ’s apples.”

“Maybe so. I’ve gotta do something if I’m gonna snag that hot biker that was here the other day.”

“Which hot biker?”

“Oh, girl, he was so freaking hot. Surely you saw him.” A dreamy look crossed her face as she explained, “You know, the tall one with dark hair and intense, piercing eyes. He was kind of built and was covered in cool tattoos.”

I couldn’t help but think that she was talking about Q.

She’d described him to a T, but without a name, there was no way to be sure. Ten or more guys had come and gone that day, and I didn’t know many of their names. “You just described over half of Smokey’s brothers.”

“No, this guy was hot. You have to remember him. He was tall with a beard.”

“Almost all of them had a beard, Caroline.”

“I can’t believe you don’t know who I’m talking about!” She shook her head with a huff. “It’s fine. I’ll introduce you on Saturday night.”

“Wait? What’s Saturday night?”

“The party everyone’s been talking about all week... The one at Smokey’s clubhouse.”

“Oh, yeah.” Smokey had invited all of us to come out to the clubhouse for a bonfire and drinks. He said it was a small thank you for all the hard work we’d done for the past few weeks. It was a sweet gesture, but I wasn’t in the right mindset for a party. “I don’t think I’ll be going to that.”

“What are you talking about? You have to go!” Caroline argued. “It’s Smokey’s birthday, and MJ asked for us to be there to help them celebrate. They’ve hired a band and everything. It’s going to be so much fun!”

“I’m sure it will be, but I don’t do parties. At least, not anymore.”

“Why not?”

“They just aren’t for me.”

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