back to the table, stopping when Stone walked
in, his face laced with fury. A nomad was at his side, looking like he was
pissed off about something. The nomad’s facial expression and movements showed
he spoke harshly toward Stone, and the sour look that crept up the president’s
face let people know to duck and cover.
Stone never gave a pause, turning toward the nomad. His fist
slammed into the man’s jaw, sending him to the floor.
That was one way of reminding people how to mind their
manners and respect their president.
Making it back to the table where Stone just sat down with
his son, the vice president, he handed off the cold beers. Stone gave Mace a
nod in greeting and thanks, a sudden smile forming, causing Mace to glance over
his shoulder.
His breath left him.
There she was, sashaying toward him, hips swinging with such
promise, it made him want to strip her down and take her right there, not
giving two shits who watched. The tiny handkerchief top wasn't helping his
imagination any. She had the perfect body, all the right curves in all the
right places. Mace couldn't believe she was here. His brain did ninety miles an
hour trying to figure out who she was with, who she belonged to, or if she
belonged to anyone.
Amy came to a stop and dropped off three shot glasses,
giving one to Romeo, then one to Stone. She completely ignored Mace, acting
like he didn't exist.
Confused, but careful not to show it, Mace glanced among the
trio, curious to know if she was Stone's property. If she was, that explained
why she ignored him. He wouldn't look at her again, unless he wanted his nuts
put on the chopping block.
"Glad you're alive, Romeo.” Amy tossed back the drink
like a champ, causing Mace to chuckle to himself.
When she turned toward him, he couldn't help but quirk an
eyebrow at her. "Howdy."
Stone finished his shot and pushed it toward Amy. "Be
gentle with the prospect, Ames."
"Oh, I will.” Hands placed on her hips, he watched her
eyes slowly scour over him, as if she took in every inch of his body and then
some. It would be a lie to say he wasn't aroused.
"And why haven't I met you before?” Mace turned on the
charm, grinning like a fool, playing her game. If she wanted to act like she
had no clue who he was, he'd oblige.
"I was away at school. I'm back.”
Mace noticed Stone and Romeo were trying not to laugh while
they continued their banter between each other. He started to wonder if he was
digging a hole here. "And what were you studying?"
She flashed a smile and stated matter-of-factly,
"Massage therapy."
He had to; he wasn't one to leave such an opening untouched.
"Does that mean you give happy endings?"
Mace never saw it coming. For once, he was caught off guard
and he paid for it when her right hook caught his jaw. Stumbling back a step,
he tripped over a chair and fell flat on his back.
Great.
Romeo and Stone burst out laughing while he watched Amy
storm off. Rubbing his jaw, he swore under his breath while he pushed himself
up, ignoring several other members laughing at his screw up.
Romeo clapped him on the back, still laughing. "You're
lucky Amy didn't go for the nut shot."
"With a right hook like that, I guess so."
Stone laughed harder and motioned for Mace to sit down. Once
he did, Romeo sat opposite him, pouring Stone another shot from a flask inside
his vest.
"Who the hell is she?"
Stone downed his shot and lit up a cigarette. Blowing out
the smoke, the cold, blue eyes of the club president knifed a hole right
through him. "My daughter."
CHAPTER 2
Amy was still livid. There was no other way to explain it.
When she spotted Mason wearing the prospect vest, her heart sunk. There was one
rule that she followed at all costs: Never, ever get involved with club.
He topped it off with his smart-ass remark, making fun of her job. At least he
fell when she punched him, even if it was because he tripped over a chair. It
made her feel better.
Mason had tried to apologize to her,
in, his face laced with fury. A nomad was at his side, looking like he was
pissed off about something. The nomad’s facial expression and movements showed
he spoke harshly toward Stone, and the sour look that crept up the president’s
face let people know to duck and cover.
Stone never gave a pause, turning toward the nomad. His fist
slammed into the man’s jaw, sending him to the floor.
That was one way of reminding people how to mind their
manners and respect their president.
Making it back to the table where Stone just sat down with
his son, the vice president, he handed off the cold beers. Stone gave Mace a
nod in greeting and thanks, a sudden smile forming, causing Mace to glance over
his shoulder.
His breath left him.
There she was, sashaying toward him, hips swinging with such
promise, it made him want to strip her down and take her right there, not
giving two shits who watched. The tiny handkerchief top wasn't helping his
imagination any. She had the perfect body, all the right curves in all the
right places. Mace couldn't believe she was here. His brain did ninety miles an
hour trying to figure out who she was with, who she belonged to, or if she
belonged to anyone.
Amy came to a stop and dropped off three shot glasses,
giving one to Romeo, then one to Stone. She completely ignored Mace, acting
like he didn't exist.
Confused, but careful not to show it, Mace glanced among the
trio, curious to know if she was Stone's property. If she was, that explained
why she ignored him. He wouldn't look at her again, unless he wanted his nuts
put on the chopping block.
"Glad you're alive, Romeo.” Amy tossed back the drink
like a champ, causing Mace to chuckle to himself.
When she turned toward him, he couldn't help but quirk an
eyebrow at her. "Howdy."
Stone finished his shot and pushed it toward Amy. "Be
gentle with the prospect, Ames."
"Oh, I will.” Hands placed on her hips, he watched her
eyes slowly scour over him, as if she took in every inch of his body and then
some. It would be a lie to say he wasn't aroused.
"And why haven't I met you before?” Mace turned on the
charm, grinning like a fool, playing her game. If she wanted to act like she
had no clue who he was, he'd oblige.
"I was away at school. I'm back.”
Mace noticed Stone and Romeo were trying not to laugh while
they continued their banter between each other. He started to wonder if he was
digging a hole here. "And what were you studying?"
She flashed a smile and stated matter-of-factly,
"Massage therapy."
He had to; he wasn't one to leave such an opening untouched.
"Does that mean you give happy endings?"
Mace never saw it coming. For once, he was caught off guard
and he paid for it when her right hook caught his jaw. Stumbling back a step,
he tripped over a chair and fell flat on his back.
Great.
Romeo and Stone burst out laughing while he watched Amy
storm off. Rubbing his jaw, he swore under his breath while he pushed himself
up, ignoring several other members laughing at his screw up.
Romeo clapped him on the back, still laughing. "You're
lucky Amy didn't go for the nut shot."
"With a right hook like that, I guess so."
Stone laughed harder and motioned for Mace to sit down. Once
he did, Romeo sat opposite him, pouring Stone another shot from a flask inside
his vest.
"Who the hell is she?"
Stone downed his shot and lit up a cigarette. Blowing out
the smoke, the cold, blue eyes of the club president knifed a hole right
through him. "My daughter."
CHAPTER 2
Amy was still livid. There was no other way to explain it.
When she spotted Mason wearing the prospect vest, her heart sunk. There was one
rule that she followed at all costs: Never, ever get involved with club.
He topped it off with his smart-ass remark, making fun of her job. At least he
fell when she punched him, even if it was because he tripped over a chair. It
made her feel better.
Mason had tried to apologize to her,
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