Page 10 of Knife Volume 2

Tuesday looked at Lord Byron — Will — and tried to say hello, but nothing would come out.

He smiled and walked to her. “Hello, Tuesday, it’s nice to meet you. I’m afraid the club’s gossip made it to our dinner table, which means I already know about you, but I have to ask, how long have you and Knife been together?”

She just stared at him, unable to answer, and Matty thankfully answered his question. “That’s a complicated question. They were together in secret for a long time, and then they were broken up for months. She completely changed a big part of her life so they can be together, and he was pissed, at first. But now here she is, no longer a huge secret we can sit around and gossip about.”

She nodded, because that was close enough, though she hadn’t known they’d gossiped about her.

Lord Byron smiled. “I knew that much.”

“February. We met in February, and broke up after the big Homewood party.” She managed to tell him. Getting that much out assured her she could put another sentence together, so she turned to Matty and asked, “Ya’ll gossiped about me?”

“We didn’t know it was you,” Matty said, “but yeah, there was a lot of talk about who his secret love affair was with.” He shrugged. “It kills us when we don’t know the tea.”

“It’s nice to have other people be the main gossip,” Hailey told her. “Dare was my stepbrother when I was little, and then we found each other again as adults, long after our parents split, but you can imagine the fun they had gossiping about me, at first.”

Tuesday nodded, because yeah, that was fucked up, and she wondered that Hailey just offered the information so freely.

“There are no secrets in the MC,” Hailey told her with a smile. “The only exception seems to be everyone being super-careful not to gossip about me and my bandmates outside the club, which we appreciate.”

“We do,” Lord Byron said, and he kissed Micca on the cheek. “I’m going to head inside. Davy should be here soon. Send him inside when he arrives, please.”

Suli and Micca sat at the table and fixed drinks, and Tuesday took in their scents. Micca was a bear shifter, but Suli smelled of both Lugat vampire and werewolf, which wasn’t possible.

Eventually, Tuesday decided she must be Lugat, and just carried more of the scent of her werewolf mate than most. Or perhaps she’d recently drank from him.

And she absorbed the fact Suli was an ol’lady, and Matty’s best friend was clearly with Lord Byron.

Chapter 4

Knife was deep in a post-apocalyptic video game, he and his brothers working together to survive, when he heard a woman moan nearby, and he looked up to see Fist fucking Backdoor over a table three feet away.

A quick glance around the room showed him three brothers had their dicks buried in a sweetbutt’s throat, and two more were pounding a sweetbutt over a table or barstool.

The air was thick with the scent of sex and beer, and his ol’lady was sitting just outside the door with the other ol’ladies. One of the cameras showed them sitting and drinking. Cutting up. He was happy to see Tuesday enjoying herself. She had no idea how important it was for his brothers to accept her, nor how big a factor the other ol’ladies’ opinion of her would play into that.

He handed the controller to Paco, sitting nearby, and headed for the front door.

The night air hit him warm and humid, and he just stood and watched them.

Seeing this with sound was so much better than the muted camera view from above they had inside.

Lexi was mid-story, hands flying, and the women were laughing along.

He saw the moment Matty spotted him, saw his smart-assed grin, and braced for what he’d say.

“Ohhhh. Someone’s about to be taken downstairs and fucked!”

The whole table turned. Laughter erupted.

Tuesday’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away from him.

Knife crooked a finger at her — come here.

She downed the rest of her drink in one go, stood, and walked straight to him without hesitation.

Knife opened the door and ushered her in, then grabbed her hand and walked her through the room. The control room had turned the TV showing outside off — standard operating procedure because the women saw it as being spied on, rather than being watched over.

Catcalls and whistles followed them through the main room, and he pulled her through the gauntlet of knowing grins and crude comments. He couldn’t get a handle on what she was thinking, and he hoped she was okay.