Page 19 of Jake's Angel

JAKE

Austin opens the gate,letting us through. Ethan rolls in behind us, with Skyler following him in her truck. Everyone else is already here, from the looks of it. We park our bikes in the lineup outside the clubhouse.

Sadie blows past all of us, parking Jinx’s truck down near the end of the clubhouse beside her Challenger. When she gets out, she wastes no time walking to her car, bending over and hugging the damn hood. These prospects obviously don’t know what’s good for them, since their eyes are glued to her ass. Not their fault it’s on full display in her tight denim shorts. But they should know better than to gawk at the Pres’s niece if they want to keep breathing on their own.

Hawk’s standing in front of his bike, watching her every move. He’s pissed at the little show she’s putting on. Can’t say I’m not feeling the same.

Backing away from the car, she proceeds to bend all the way over, nearly touching her toes, as she shakes out her long, thick hair, then stands back up

Fucking hell. She’s going to get someone killed.

I stalk to her before Hawk can do anything he’ll regret or have to answer to Pres for.

I don’t have ‘save my best friend’s life’ or ‘murder the Pres’s niece’ on my bingo card today. She sees me approaching and quickly throws her bag over her shoulder, looking ready to smart off. Skyler comes up between us, stopping Sadie in her tracks.

Skyler smiles at me while placing her hands on Sadie’s shoulders and says, “Come on, Sadie. Let’s go grab us a couple of drinks inside, huh?” Ethan trails behind them, pointedly glaring at us.

Once the women have moved inside, Hawk catches Colt by the arm and growls, “The fuck you think you’re looking at, prospect?”

Feigning innocence, Colt replies, “What? Don’t tell me you don’t enjoy watching a good-looking woman walk away when she’s got an ass like that.”

“You’ve got a fucking death wish, kid.” I grumble.

“She’s family, shithead.” Hawk emphasizes each word. “You want to keep the cut on your back? You best remember Sadie Jay is off fucking limits. You got me?” Hawk gut punches him for good measure on his way to the door. The prospect scowls back at him but doesn’t argue.

“Go get her fucking keys and bring them to me.Now.” I order over my shoulder as we pass through the doors.

Sadie’s shoving her purse in a cubby under the bar, grabbing two water bottles from the mini fridge in the space beside it. I watch her scanning the room, checking her surroundings, taking in every detail. I smile to myself. She may not like the MC, but she sure as shit listened when we were teaching her things.

“Hey, Sky.” Skyler turns from where she and Declan are talking at a table and nods.

“Hold on, hon. I’ll be right there. I need to talk to Declan for a minute. Leave my water on the bar top, would you?”

Sadie drops the bottle like she was asked, but Ethan snatches it up, walking over to his woman, he opens it and hands it to her. Skyler rolls her eyes and takes a drink.

The room’s filled will low rumbles of conversation as the other guys mill about shooting pool or lounging on the couches waiting for church to start.

Sadie leans against the bar and asks, “Where’s Gabe? What did Uncle Mack say I’m in trouble for now? Breathing?” She rolls her eyes dramatically, but there’s a slight tremor to her voice.

Is she’s nervous?

“Gabe’s in his office on the phone. He’ll be out shortly,” Blake answers while handing a beer off to Caleb at the other end of the bar.

After taking a pull from his beer, Caleb comes over and embraces Sadie. “Hey there, Short Stack.”

“Hey, Papa,” she smiles, settling into the hug.

“You staying out of trouble?” She looks up at his face and smirks. “No, huh?” He chuckles. “Worth a shot to ask.”

“I’m not purposefully in trouble, if that’s what you mean.”

“You know damn well what I’m talking about, little girl.” Caleb steps back, planting himself on a barstool. “You getting into shit you don’t have no business getting involved in?”

She smiles. “If I was, you wouldn’t know. I make it a point not to get caught.”

Sadie shrugs, avoiding Caleb’s unapproving glare. She turns my way and asks, “You got a couple quarters, Jake? I want to play Pacman while I wait.” She huffs, exaggerating her boredom with being here, placing her water bottle on the glass top of the game. It’s an old school tabletop machine Pres found and brought to the clubhouse back when I was a kid. The damn thingstill works and has become a constant competition between the brothers and Sadie, but mostly with her and Hawk.

“I've got some change if you feel like getting your ass handed to you again,” Hawk teases, knocking her playfully on the shoulder.

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