White Heat (Lost Kings MC #5) Read Free Page A

at me. “No, why?”
    A disgusted snort spills out of me, and I plop down next to Trinity. “This is for you.” She frowns as I hand over the envelope.
    What I thought was funny-cute, now seems embarrassing with Wrath staring over her shoulder.
    Nervous laughter escapes Trinity as she reads the front of the card. “I might pee on you? What is this, Hope?”
    “Open it.” When she unfolds the card, the full message reads. I might make you hold my dress as I pee, make you go on silly errands and annoy the crap out of you…
    “Turn it over,” I tell her.
    But I’ve grown to cherish your loyal friendship and would be thrilled to have you stand next to me on my wedding day.
    “Hope?”
    My throat’s so tight I can barely get out my question. “Will you be my maid of honor, Trinity?”
    Her jaw drops for a second before she shouts, “Oh my God! Yes, of course!” She throws her arms around me and knocks me into the back of the couch. We’re both laughing—well, one of us might have a few tears in her eyes.
    “Are you sure?” she asks.
    “Yes. You know what a pain in the ass I’ll be, so I won’t be offended if you say no.”
    “Oh, stop. I’m thrilled. I’ve never done it before. Thank you.”
    Wrath seems a bit queasy from all the girly emotions suddenly taking over his morning. I pin him with an amused stare. “Hey, it’s not my fault you wouldn’t take a hint.”
    “What’s up? Bro, you’re supposed to alert me when there’s girl on girl happening,” Z’s voice intrudes on our moment. Trinity and I both scramble to sit up.
    “Stop being a perv.” Trinity waves her card at him. “Hope asked me to be her maid of honor.”
    “Oh, cool.” He smirks and lifts his chin. “Is Wrath gonna be a bridesmaid?”
    Wrath rolls his eyes. “Shut up, dick.”
    It’s probably left over nerves, but once I start laughing I can’t stop. The three of them eye me with concern.
    “Sorry. I was just picturing Wrath in a dress,” I explain, then fall into another fit of giggles.
    “I think I liked it better when you were scared of me,” Wrath grouses as he stands.
    Ignoring the guys, I tap Trinity on the arm. “Hey, I’m meeting Mara for her birthday dinner. You want to come with?”
    She hesitates before answering, so I try to convince her. “She asked me to bring you—”
    “No, it’s not that. I have a class tonight.”
    “On a Saturday?”
    “Yeah—”
    Wrath’s shaking his head before Trinity can get another word out. “Oh, no. No fucking way are you going to Ironworks after what happened—”
    “I’m not. This is a different center, up in Saratoga.”
    He eyes her suspiciously. “Why are you just telling me this now?”
    “I only found out about it this morning and called them to see if I could get in. That’s what I came out here to tell you.”
    It looked more like they were about to boink on the couch when I got here, but that’s probably not a helpful observation at the moment.
    Wrath’s still eyeing her, but it’s Z who opens his mouth. “You need a ride, Trin?”
    “I got her,” Wrath growls.
    Z’s mouth twists into a smirk and he turns his attention on me. “Where’s your man?”
    “Out at the house. He said there were contractors coming today.”
    “Okay. I’ll go see if he needs help.”
    Not for the first time, I’m overcome with how much of a family the brothers are. Z thinks nothing of giving up his Saturday afternoon to help Rock build our house. It’s a lot to take in.
    “What’s wrong, Hope?” Z asks.
    “Nothing. That’s nice. Thank you.”
    He cocks his head like he doesn’t understand my words. “Of course.” Then he’s out the door.
    “You okay, Hope?” Trinity asks.
    How can I explain how much it means to be part of this family? “Yup, I’m good.”

    House is looking good. I think we’re on schedule to be done by our wedding. Love the club. Love my brothers. But fuck am I looking forward to Hope and I having our own space.
    Z rides up on