Page 4 of Knife Volume 2

“We are going to be really good friends,” Harmony said, and she walked her behind a gorgeous bar.

Tuesday hadn’t intended to get fancy, but by the time she’d lined all the bottles up, Harmony had filled a shaker with ice, so she filled it with the amounts she preferred for each ingredient, shook it, and then poured it into a glass.

“Not the first time you’ve done that,” Harmony noted.

Tuesday held her glass up, Harmony touched hers to it, and they both drank.

When she sat with the women, she verified, “Knife says ya’ll all know about… you’ve been bound. Oathed?”

“God yes,” Gen said. “Abbott for me, but a few of the new ol’ladies had to do it with Marco.”

She nodded. “Okay then. I’m a wolf. Knife seemed to think it was important I tell ya’ll.”

“Yeah,” Gen said. “You know what we are by scent, but we just have to wait for you to tell us. Matty mentioned being human before you told us, which is a no-no. Not sure why the magic let him.”

“I heard Knife telling her we’ve been bound to the secret,” Matty said with a shrug. “Told me she isn’t human, just not what she is.”

Tuesday learned Gen works in real estate, Matty’s an interior designer, Daisy’s a tattoo artist, and Lexi a hair stylist. Harmony owns a horse farm, and Angelica is a mechanical engineer who works for TVA, and apparently can rebuild an older car from the ground up.

And Tuesday liked them all.

Also, Gen was in couture, so Tuesday was glad she was in at least a name-brand skirt and blouse. They hadn’t cost thousands of dollars, but hundreds. At any rate, Gen seemed to have accepted her, so Tuesday tried to forget about the early judgmental looks.

Matty was sharp, funny, and seemed to find life genuinely entertaining. Daisy was quieter, watchful. Young, but not naïve, though Tuesday had a feeling she’d been absolutely that, once upon a time. Lexi was young and bright, and seemed to be deciding whether Tuesday was going to fit in during the first five minutes, and then asked, out of the blue, “Did you know you’d end up at a bikers’ clubhouse when you put those pearls on?”

Tuesday touched her neck on instinct. “I did not, and I contemplated taking them off on the way across the street, but Knife told me not to.”

Lexi nodded, and Tuesday got the feeling she’d just passed some kind of test.

Thirty minutes later, Matty had her in stitches with his opinion on pretty much everything, and Lexi also turned out to be pretty damned funny.

Gen kept a quiet kind of order over the group, and Tuesday felt as if she’d known Harmony for months.

And she picked up subtle clues that told her most of these women knew things about the MC that Tuesday hadn’t expected them to know, and none of them seemed troubled by any of it.

Knife appeared at her side when she was on her way to make her fourth Long Island tea, and told her, “You get to see my room here, next.”

She said her goodnights to the women and followed him out the back door of the large room, down some stairs, through several locked doors with different kinds of locks, some needing codes, two requiring a palmprint. Several levels below the clubhouse, they walked down a corridor that reminded her of an old school hallway, with closed doors on both sides.

Finally, he opened one of the doors and motioned her in.

Chapter 2

It wasn’t much, but it was more than she’d expected based on what Sons of Anarchy had shown. Maybe twelve by twelve, a double-sized bed, shelves along one wall, a door probably leading to a bathroom, which was a relief, since she needed to go.

She walked to it, and he said, “I share a bathroom with Paco. Always knock before opening the door, and if you’re inside and someone knocks, you’ll need to speak up if you don’t want a visitor.”

She knocked, didn’t hear anything, and went in. It was just a sink, toilet, and small shower, but that was fine.

Before she closed the door behind her, he told her, “No need in coming out of there with your clothes on.”

She sat on the toilet and stripped, folding everything neatly on the small counter because her hands needed something to do. But while she peed, it was like all of her energy left her. She’d had a really long day, and she still wasn’t exactly handling the loss of the pack, and the pack’s energy. She felt weak, and she didn’t like it one bit.

When she stepped back into the room completely naked, Knife had removed his clothes, too. He pointed to the bed and said, “Knees and chest.”

She climbed on and settled into position with her legs spread wide, cool air on all her private parts completely on display, her cheek pressed to the sheet.

He moved behind her, his big hand smoothed down her back and then gripped her hip hard enough to add to the bruises from earlier, and it was fucking perfect. The blunt head of his cock pressed against her asshole, and he wasn’t in the mood to be gentle, but that was fine with her.