Page 63 of Q: Satan's Fury MC

“Yeah, go ahead and sit with the kids. Hell, you’d fit right in.” Smokey motioned me over to their table as he told him, “But something tells me she’d rather sit with us.”

I wasn’t sure what to do, so I looked up at Quinton and whispered, “I’ll sit anywhere you want, but I’m not sure I can survive the kiddie table today.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. We don’t even have a fucking kids' table, and even if we did, I wouldn’t sit with ‘em. The guys are just giving me a hard time because you’re here.”

Quinton shook his head with a grumble, then guided me over to the table where MJ and Smokey were sitting. He pulled a chair back and waited for me to sit. Once I was settled, he took the empty spot next to me, and it wasn’t long before Smokey chuckled and asked, “So, about that chat...”

“Don’t start, Smoke.”

Before Smokey could counter, Cotton stood and greeted everyone, then bowed his head and blessed our food. Once he was done, he sat back down, and a soft hush fell across the room as everyone started eating. I expected there to be a lot of bantering back and forth between the brothers, but everyone was too focused on their plates of food to speak.

But the quiet didn’t last long.

As soon as the food started to disappear, the antics began.

"Hey, Bones!” one of the guys I didn’t know called out. “Where’s your girl?”

“You know something I don’t?” Wyatt looked to his side and then the other. “’Cause, as far as I know, I don’t have a girl.”

Maverick glanced around the room as he said, “Asking about Elsie. You seen her?”

“Not since this morning.” Bones looked behind him, then shrugged like he was trying to convince Maverick he didn’t care. “I’m sure she’s around somewhere.”

“Well, you might wanna check in with her later,” Maverick suggested. “You know days like these are tough on her.”

“Yeah, I know.” Bones’ expression grew solemn as he said, “I’ll hunt her down in a bit.”

“Let us know if you need a hand.”

Bones nodded, then turned his attention back to his plate. I had no idea what was going on with Elsie, but I got the feeling it wasn’t good. Wyatt sat there for a moment, then without saying a word, he quietly stood and started out of the family room.

I assumed he was going to see about Elsie, but before I could ask Quinton about it, Rooster leaned in and said, “You know, your girl should be pissed at you.”

“Oh?” Quinton asked, sounding just as confused as I was. “And why’s that?”

“You’re the reason why she missed her chance.”

“I’m not following.”

“I saw her first.” Rooster’s eyes skirted over me as he smiled and said, “The night of the bonfire. She was looking for the bathroom or something, and I found her. I was just about to lay on the charm when you showed up and ruined the poor girl’s chance to get a taste of the Rooster. No way she can be happy about that.”

“Ah, shit. You gotta be kidding me.”

“What? You fucked us both.” Rooster looked over to me as he asked, “Isn’t that right?”

“Yeah, it was a tough pill to swallow.” I couldn’t help but laugh as I told him, “But Quinton has done his best to make it up to me.”

“I certainly hope so.”

Quinton glanced over at me as he muttered, “I’m gonna need a drink.”

“How about some dessert instead?” I suggested.

“They’ve got quite a spread over there.” Maverick motioned his head toward the dessert table. “MJ brought a couple of her pies, and Henley made her famous dump cake.”

“I’m stuffed, but there’s no way I can pass on a piece of MJ’s pie.” Quinton eased his chair back and stood. “You want a piece?”

“Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks.”

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