about brotherhood. Meaning, no sisters. Meaning, we were, as a sex, relegated to the status of clubwhore or old lady and that was it. We spread for you and fetched you beer and never, ever, interrupted you when you spoke or showed you any disrespect whatsoever.
"You're fucking with me," was Reign's response a couple long seconds later.
"No, I'm not fucking with you. If dipshits like Moose can get a chance, I don't see why I can't."
"Dipshits like Moose, huh?" Reign asked, a sexy grin toying with his lips as he brought a hand up to stroke his cheek.
"Yeah, I..."
The sound of another bike cut off my response as I turned to see the bike park next to mine, two people on top. Driving was a man. He was tall and a lean kind of strong with colorful tattoos and blond hair that he left long on one side of his head and shaved to a buzz cut up the other. He had dark green eyes and unmistakable bone structure that looked just like his brother's. Cash, Reign's younger brother and also the vice president.
He got up, giving me a charming as all hell smile as he slung an arm around the hips of the woman who had ridden up with him. She was tall and leggy with a killer rack, long blond hair, and brown eyes. There was something about her. I wasn't sure if it was the way she carried herself or the depth of her eyes or what, but it was as if everything about her screamed: I can handle myself.
"Who is this?"
"This is Maze," Reign said, waving a hand at me. "And she thinks she is going to be our next probate."
Thinks.
That didn't slip by me.
And, judging by the way the blond woman's eyes narrowed slightly, it didn't slip by her either.
"Thinks?" she asked, angling her head toward Reign, raising a brow at him.
"Oh, shit," Repo said, a boyish smile toying at his lips, making his eyes do that dancing thing again.
"Yeah, Lo," Reign said, seemingly unaware or just unconcerned by the way she had straightened and pulled away from Cash.
"Are Janie and Summer in there?" she asked, moving toward the gate, not so much as pausing so that Reign and Repo both had to scramble out of her way before she plowed into them.
I looked over at Cash, maybe a little charmed by the huge smile he had on his face as he watched his woman storm away. "Is it a good or bad thing if Janie and Summer are in there?" I asked him, dropping my voice a little low, not particularly wanting Reign or the Repo guy to hear.
"Depends on where you stand, sweetheart," he said as he tucked his hands into his front pockets. "For Reign... I'd say he's in for a world of shit if the girls club put their heads together about this."
"And for me?" I asked, wondering what the girls club was and how such a thing existed in the testosterone-centric world of outlaw biker gangs.
"For you, sweetheart, I think it means that you will be getting a shot to prove yourself whether Reign likes it or not."
I turned back toward the man in question just as the door to the compound opened and Lo reappeared flanked with two women. One was a gently curved redhead with freckles and gray eyes. The other was an incredibly short and thin woman with long black hair, blue eyes, and arms covered in tattoos. All of them were looking at Reign and each of them looked ready for a fight.
"Oh, shit," Repo said again, lips twitching for a minute as he took a step away from Reign as the women started to approach.
Reign closed the distance, obviously wanting to keep me out of whatever was about to transpire. But, I guess he didn't factor in that this 'girls club' was pissed and therefore not overly concerned about keeping their voices down. And then, I got to stand back and watch as the girls club leashed into not only Reign but the innocent Repo and Cash, each of them their own kind of angry, all of them yelling over one another. Reign stood there stoically while they raged, arms crossed over his chest, everything about him suggesting that he had no plans on bending.
But then the redhead moved away from the other
"You're fucking with me," was Reign's response a couple long seconds later.
"No, I'm not fucking with you. If dipshits like Moose can get a chance, I don't see why I can't."
"Dipshits like Moose, huh?" Reign asked, a sexy grin toying with his lips as he brought a hand up to stroke his cheek.
"Yeah, I..."
The sound of another bike cut off my response as I turned to see the bike park next to mine, two people on top. Driving was a man. He was tall and a lean kind of strong with colorful tattoos and blond hair that he left long on one side of his head and shaved to a buzz cut up the other. He had dark green eyes and unmistakable bone structure that looked just like his brother's. Cash, Reign's younger brother and also the vice president.
He got up, giving me a charming as all hell smile as he slung an arm around the hips of the woman who had ridden up with him. She was tall and leggy with a killer rack, long blond hair, and brown eyes. There was something about her. I wasn't sure if it was the way she carried herself or the depth of her eyes or what, but it was as if everything about her screamed: I can handle myself.
"Who is this?"
"This is Maze," Reign said, waving a hand at me. "And she thinks she is going to be our next probate."
Thinks.
That didn't slip by me.
And, judging by the way the blond woman's eyes narrowed slightly, it didn't slip by her either.
"Thinks?" she asked, angling her head toward Reign, raising a brow at him.
"Oh, shit," Repo said, a boyish smile toying at his lips, making his eyes do that dancing thing again.
"Yeah, Lo," Reign said, seemingly unaware or just unconcerned by the way she had straightened and pulled away from Cash.
"Are Janie and Summer in there?" she asked, moving toward the gate, not so much as pausing so that Reign and Repo both had to scramble out of her way before she plowed into them.
I looked over at Cash, maybe a little charmed by the huge smile he had on his face as he watched his woman storm away. "Is it a good or bad thing if Janie and Summer are in there?" I asked him, dropping my voice a little low, not particularly wanting Reign or the Repo guy to hear.
"Depends on where you stand, sweetheart," he said as he tucked his hands into his front pockets. "For Reign... I'd say he's in for a world of shit if the girls club put their heads together about this."
"And for me?" I asked, wondering what the girls club was and how such a thing existed in the testosterone-centric world of outlaw biker gangs.
"For you, sweetheart, I think it means that you will be getting a shot to prove yourself whether Reign likes it or not."
I turned back toward the man in question just as the door to the compound opened and Lo reappeared flanked with two women. One was a gently curved redhead with freckles and gray eyes. The other was an incredibly short and thin woman with long black hair, blue eyes, and arms covered in tattoos. All of them were looking at Reign and each of them looked ready for a fight.
"Oh, shit," Repo said again, lips twitching for a minute as he took a step away from Reign as the women started to approach.
Reign closed the distance, obviously wanting to keep me out of whatever was about to transpire. But, I guess he didn't factor in that this 'girls club' was pissed and therefore not overly concerned about keeping their voices down. And then, I got to stand back and watch as the girls club leashed into not only Reign but the innocent Repo and Cash, each of them their own kind of angry, all of them yelling over one another. Reign stood there stoically while they raged, arms crossed over his chest, everything about him suggesting that he had no plans on bending.
But then the redhead moved away from the other
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