Page 92 of Sangre
As they sat at the table, his plate piled high with tacos, enchiladas, and Spanish rice, and Isla dancing in place while she ate her burrito, Patriot came over with Kelly plastered to his side.
“Hey,” he said to Sangre, his gaze fixed on Isla.
“How’s it goin’?” he answered, slinking his arm around Isla’s waist.
The vice president of the Fallen Slayers MC snapped his eyes to Sangre, a quizzical look spreading over his face. “Not bad. What’ve you been up to?” His gaze darted to Isla then back to Sangre.
“Surviving.” Sangre picked up the beer one of the prospects had put on the table.
“I love your hair,” Kelly said to Isla. “It’s so pretty.”
“Thanks.”
“Do you strip it to get it that color?”
“No. I just put it over my black hair and it gives it this sheen. It pops in the sun or under lights, but if it’s night, it just looks super black.”
“It’s really cool.”
Sangre saw Kelly checking Isla out, and detected a hint of resignation flickering in her eyes. She turned her gaze to him and smiled weakly.
“I see you’ve picked up a real hottie to have dinner with.” Patriot leered.
“Isla’s my woman,” he replied, body stiffening.
Patriot’s demeanor changed immediately, and he averted his gaze from her. “Sorry, dude. I didn’t know.” For the rest of their conversation, he didn’t even glance at Isla, and Kelly stood next to him, her eyes cast downward.
Why the fuck did I tell Patriot that Isla’s my woman?He took another swig of beer.Because she is. I feel something real for her.He popped a chip dipped in guacamole in his mouth, and groaned low when he saw Army approaching with Shotgun and Crow following behind.
“What wrong?” Isla asked.
“Nothing. Just some of my brothers coming over. The one with the short hair can be a real asshole. Just warning you.”
“I can handle anything he wants to bring on.”
“He won’t be rude to you because he knows I’d bash his face in. It’s just that he can be too much at times.”
“Hey, bro,” Army said, slapping Sangre on the back while he looked at Isla. “You gonna introduce me to your lady here?”
Before he could answer, Crow and Shotgun came up to the table, beers and joints in hand.
Shaking his head, Sangre knew he wouldn’t get any peace until he let his brothers meet Isla. “This is Isla,” he said. “And this is Army, Crow, and Shotgun.”
She smiled. “Hi.”
“Aren’t you Sangre’sfriend?” Army asked.
“Yeah,” she said.
“You better fuckin’ stop there,” Sangre said in a low voice.
“I just asked a damn question.” Army glared at him.
Isla tugged on Sangre’s arm. “Do you mind getting me a cheese enchilada? These beautiful shoes that I spent way too much money on are killing me.”
He laughed and tweaked the tip of her nose. “Sure, hun.” He got up from the table then pulled Army away from it.
“I was gonna talk to your friend,” he said to Sangre.
