that cut burned so deeply inside him… he’d have to let things run their course but that didn’t mean he had to fight fair. Danny had already made up his mind: there was no way Lucy was ever going to be a Devil and that was final.
Chapter Three
Lucy ignored the not-so-hushed whispers that erupted the minute she walked into the War Room that afternoon. Danny was already sitting down at the complete opposite side of the table as Monster, who was sporting a painful looking black eye. To Danny’s left was Beaver—a heavily bearded transfer from their charter in Ontario. Wilson, Big Mike, and PJ had already taken their places and were taking turns glaring at Lucy as she inched toward the last seat available: the one right next to Gabe.
Archie tightened his fist around the gavel in his hand and squelched the urge to jam it down Monster’s throat. The man had already paid in full for his actions, according to their charter’s laws but Archie was hardly satisfied. Were he were a less disciplined man, Monster would be dead right now instead of just sore.
“Alright, settle down,” Archie snarled, banging the wooden gavel with far more force than was necessary. “First order of business is welcoming our new prospects to their very first meeting.” He cast a sidelong glance at the woman seated at his right hand, “Congratulations to Kyle, Hunter, Mort…” Archie let out a labored breath; it pained him to even say her name. “And Lucy.” The hoots and applause from the other members only made him angrier. “Patching with the Devil’s Own MC is an honor and you should treat that cut with the same respect you show your mother. When you’re wearing our colors, you represent every man in this room—”
“Every woman too,” Lucy added. She watched Gabe’s blood pressure rise as the stain of his anger darkened his face. Danny was glaring daggers at her. Lucy half expected Gabe to grab her by the collar and scream until he was hoarse…but he turned and continued on as if he hadn’t heard her at all.
“Second order of business, now that our prospects have been welcomed properly, it’s important to understand that you are the bitches of this group. If a member tells you to do something, you do it and you do not ask questions! If I ask you to cut off your own balls and serve them to me on a platter, you better damn well do it. Do I make myself clear?” Archie’s booming voice seemed to echo throughout the room. He glared at each one of the prospects. The three boys had enough sense to look properly terrified but Lucy, of course, barely batted an eye. Her nonchalance infuriated him. “Get the fuck out of this room! You’re not members yet and you don’t get to be part of any club business unless I say so! You four start cleaning the bar and I’d better be able to eat off it by the time this meeting is over!”
Mort, Hunter, and Kyle scrambled out of the room like scared jackrabbits. Lucy, on the other hand, sauntered toward the door. She said nothing, ignoring Gabe’s angry glare as she pulled the door closed behind her. Gabriel Archer could huff and puff all he wanted but he was never going to break her.
The bar was in shambles thanks to last night’s festivities. Empty glasses and broken bottles covered the counters and floors, trash overflowed the garbage cans, and every surface in the place was sticky for reasons Lucy didn’t care to think about. The boys stood there looking dumfounded and unsure, so she took it upon herself to hand out assignments. To their credit, not one of them argued and quickly set about completing their tasks. Mort picked up cans and bottles to be recycled, Hunter grabbed a broom and started sweeping, and Kyle helped Lucy rearrange the bar and wipe down the tables.
“That was pretty ballsy, what you did in there.” Kyle chuckled as he used a cloth to brush broken glass into a trashcan. He was an inch taller than Lucy and his dark hair had been chopped into a crew cut. Warm
Chapter Three
Lucy ignored the not-so-hushed whispers that erupted the minute she walked into the War Room that afternoon. Danny was already sitting down at the complete opposite side of the table as Monster, who was sporting a painful looking black eye. To Danny’s left was Beaver—a heavily bearded transfer from their charter in Ontario. Wilson, Big Mike, and PJ had already taken their places and were taking turns glaring at Lucy as she inched toward the last seat available: the one right next to Gabe.
Archie tightened his fist around the gavel in his hand and squelched the urge to jam it down Monster’s throat. The man had already paid in full for his actions, according to their charter’s laws but Archie was hardly satisfied. Were he were a less disciplined man, Monster would be dead right now instead of just sore.
“Alright, settle down,” Archie snarled, banging the wooden gavel with far more force than was necessary. “First order of business is welcoming our new prospects to their very first meeting.” He cast a sidelong glance at the woman seated at his right hand, “Congratulations to Kyle, Hunter, Mort…” Archie let out a labored breath; it pained him to even say her name. “And Lucy.” The hoots and applause from the other members only made him angrier. “Patching with the Devil’s Own MC is an honor and you should treat that cut with the same respect you show your mother. When you’re wearing our colors, you represent every man in this room—”
“Every woman too,” Lucy added. She watched Gabe’s blood pressure rise as the stain of his anger darkened his face. Danny was glaring daggers at her. Lucy half expected Gabe to grab her by the collar and scream until he was hoarse…but he turned and continued on as if he hadn’t heard her at all.
“Second order of business, now that our prospects have been welcomed properly, it’s important to understand that you are the bitches of this group. If a member tells you to do something, you do it and you do not ask questions! If I ask you to cut off your own balls and serve them to me on a platter, you better damn well do it. Do I make myself clear?” Archie’s booming voice seemed to echo throughout the room. He glared at each one of the prospects. The three boys had enough sense to look properly terrified but Lucy, of course, barely batted an eye. Her nonchalance infuriated him. “Get the fuck out of this room! You’re not members yet and you don’t get to be part of any club business unless I say so! You four start cleaning the bar and I’d better be able to eat off it by the time this meeting is over!”
Mort, Hunter, and Kyle scrambled out of the room like scared jackrabbits. Lucy, on the other hand, sauntered toward the door. She said nothing, ignoring Gabe’s angry glare as she pulled the door closed behind her. Gabriel Archer could huff and puff all he wanted but he was never going to break her.
The bar was in shambles thanks to last night’s festivities. Empty glasses and broken bottles covered the counters and floors, trash overflowed the garbage cans, and every surface in the place was sticky for reasons Lucy didn’t care to think about. The boys stood there looking dumfounded and unsure, so she took it upon herself to hand out assignments. To their credit, not one of them argued and quickly set about completing their tasks. Mort picked up cans and bottles to be recycled, Hunter grabbed a broom and started sweeping, and Kyle helped Lucy rearrange the bar and wipe down the tables.
“That was pretty ballsy, what you did in there.” Kyle chuckled as he used a cloth to brush broken glass into a trashcan. He was an inch taller than Lucy and his dark hair had been chopped into a crew cut. Warm
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