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“She’s been renting one of the duplexes that Sinner owns,” Jagger added.
Shit, that’s why her name sounded familiar. Viking had mentioned her several times in the last few months since she’d moved back to Indianapolis, mostly telling the club members to stay the hell away from her.
Viking was one of the original members of the MC and was currently our oldest active member. He was a crusty old sonofabitch who had never married, and didn’t have any family to speak of, except for this woman, apparently. Sinner, our club’s now-retired founder and Jagger’s grandpa, was Viking’s best friend of over fifty years, and he’d been happy to let her move into one of his rentals.
“So, what’s her deal?” I asked, trying to act nonchalant as I raised my bottle and took a drink.
Jag snorted and rolled his eyes. “Her deal is that she thinks you’re a complete tool after she saw you fuckin’ a club bunny in the hallway.”
I bit my tongue in an effort to keep from pointing out that Jagger used to do the same damn thing on occasion before he’d met Molly. She was a sweetheart, though, and I wouldn’t want to upset her by mentioning Jag’s past as a manwhore extraordinaire. She was aware of it, I’m sure, but I didn’t want to throw it in her face, either. I settled for flipping him off again, with both hands this time.
“I meant,what’s her story, dickhead.”
“She moved back here from Pittsburgh in June. She’d had a bad break-up, and the move was pretty sudden,” Molly answered for her husband. “I think she’s glad to be back in Indy, though, and I know she’s happy to spend time with Viking again.She actually stopped by tonight to drop off a heating pad and some medicine for him, and I talked her into staying for a while.”
Viking was the manager of the club’s garage, which did repairs as well as custom bike builds. The cranky bastard had fucked up his back trying to lift a box of parts a few days ago, and he’d been laid up in his room bitching and moaning about it ever since. I suspected that his back didn’t hurt nearly as much as he claimed, but hell, at his age he’d more than earned the right to take it easy for a while. The prospects and Ol’ Ladies were waiting on him hand and foot, so I figured he’d milk it for a few more days, at least.
We were interrupted by angry screaming from across the room, and Jagger and I both jumped to our feet at the sound. Jagger immediately stepped in front of Molly’s chair to protect her, and I charged across the room to see what the hell was going on.
I found the two hangarounds I’d fucked last year standing toe-to-toe, screeching at each other like a couple of feral cats. Lucky was trying to hold the blonde back, while Saint had stepped in to try to control the brunette. I wasn’t sure exactly what caused the fight, but I knew for damned sure what was going to end it.
“Shut the fuck up and get the fuck out. Both of you!” I roared, stepping between the two women and pointing to the door. “You two,” I motioned to Saint and Lucky, “escort them to their cars and make sure they leave.”
Both women turned on me, and the blonde narrowed her eyes in recognition. She opened her mouth, clearly ready to start squawking at me next. I held up my hand in front of her face.
“Shut it and get gone before I decide to ban you both from the compound, permanently.” I turned and surveyed therest of the crowd, trying to make sure that no one else got a wild hair up their ass to start any trouble. I didn’t bother looking to make sure the two hangarounds were leaving. I knew Saint and Lucky wouldn’t give them a choice.
“Damned crazy bitches,” Joker muttered with a shake of his head, putting his pool cue back on the rack that hung on the wall.
I shot him a questioning look. “Do I even want to know what the fuck they were arguing about?”
“Blondie took exception to the fact that the brown-haired one was chosen to be the filling in a Joker and Skid sandwich tonight,” Irish informed me with a snort. Skid laughed and made some dumbass comment about the sandwich being a footlong sub, and Joker snickered and gave him a high-five.
I rolled my eyes and left them to it. The two were known for sharing women, for whatever reason. I didn’t get the attraction of it, personally, but it wasn’t any of my damned business how they got their rocks off as long as their chosen treat didn’t object to being shared.
Once the excitement died down, Jagger and Molly headed upstairs for the night because he’d had a little too much to drink to be able to get them home safely on his bike. I headed up to my room not long after since nothing was holding my interest in the common room.
I’d been having that problem more often lately. I’d found myself bored over the last few months and usually ended up heading up to my bedroom early to watch TV or fuck around on the internet for a while. I’d even spent more than a few evenings binge-watching home improvement shows on HGTV and had briefly considered painting an accent wall in my room to add a “pop of color”, as the lady on one of the shows liked to say. I’dtake that secret to my fucking grave, though. Rome, Jagger, and Lucky would never quit ragging on my ass if they knew.
Before I drifted off to sleep, I thought about the redhead with the killer legs.Lauren.Hopefully, she will have forgotten the circumstances of her first sighting of me by the time we actually meet face-to-face.
Chapter 2
Lauren
I pushed open the door of the diner the next day, and spotted Molly, Ella, and Abby already sitting at a booth in the back. I hurried over to them and slid onto the bench seat next to Molly.
“Sorry I’m late.” I grimaced as I offered the apology, but the ladies waved it off.
“No worries, we just got here ourselves,” Ella said, then handed me a menu. It didn’t take us long to place our orders with the server, who apparently knew the other three women well.
“Where are those handsome husbands of yours on this fine Saturday?” The older woman – Martie, according to the tag on her uniform – tucked her order pad into the front pocket of her apron as she glanced around the table.
“They went to a classic car show, so we decided on a ladies’ lunch,” Molly explained, and Martie nodded in understanding.
“Well, you tell them I said hello. I’ll get your orders in, then get your drinks out to you soon.” She ambled off toward the kitchen, and Abby chuckled.
“Rome’s going to be so pissed when he finds out we came here for lunch. He’s been craving one of their milkshakes,” she told us, not looking the least bit worried about it.
