Page 46 of Treachery

She blinked, unable to believe what she was seeing.

The Garden Room was filled to the brim…with bikers!

NINETEEN

It tookher a moment to really see what she was looking at. Bikers, from wall to wall, and a few women she recognized: Cilla, Stephie, Tasha, and Emily. She was surprised to see Tasha there, especially after the drama at Horde’s party months ago.

She mentally shrugged, her brain too flustered and overwhelmed to focus on that mystery at the moment.

Behind her, she heard the door open. With a quick glance of her shoulder, she saw her best friend slip into the room, a sheepish yet eager look on her face. Ooooo, she was not in the least surprised to find Nadia in a room full of bikers.

What the hell?

She glared at Vicki Epply, her former best friend, shooting her a look that said,“What did you do?”

The woman gave Nadia a lopsided smile, then shrugged.

Turning back to the room, her gaze clashed with the dark blue, electric, breath-stealing eyes of Locust.

There, standing in the middle of the milling leather-clad badasses was the man she loved.

Wearing his usual outfit of faded jeans and t-shirt, he stood stiffly, his hands in his pockets. His bandana was missing, and his overlong hair looked like he’d been shoving his fingersthrough it. He looked so good, so handsome, just as sexy as she remembered. But something was definitely different; the purple half circles under his eyes, the fatigue and worry on his face…those were new.

Is he not sleeping enough? What is he worried about? Can I help?

Lord, she really was pathetic.

There’s nothing pathetic about caring about someone, even if they hurt you.

But what the hell were they all doing there in the costliest banquet room? They were going to get her fired!

She peered down at the request form, reading over it, and replaying her interaction with Shannon, and realized…she’d been played. Shannon had been in on it—and so had Vicki, apparently. Nadia wondered who else was part of the plan to get her to the Garden Room for this…ambush.

You know you’re curious about why they’re all here.

Yes, she was, but she needed to nip whatever this was in the bud. The last thing she needed was for Bengwell to get wind of an MC having a get-together at Emerald Greens—and that she had dated one of them.

Finding her voice, she faced the room at large, ignoring Locust’s intense gaze. She could feel his eyes on her, devouring her, like he was starved for the sight of her.

He’s not the only one.

She cleared her throat. “Oh,” she drawled, planting her hands on her hips. “I get it.” She nodded sagely. “You wanted a five-foot-tall penis sculpture…because you’re all a big bunch of dicks!”

The room erupted in laughter and a few grumbles of mock offense.

Locust’s brow furrowed.

“Penis sculpture? What the fuck?” he growled, turning to spear Clusterfuck with his eyes. “What the hell did you do, man?”

Cluster shrugged, popping his gum without a care. “It got her here, didn’t it? Besides, I’ve always wanted a life-sized copy of my?—”

“Whoa—life-sized?” Horde barked in disbelief. “Like hell is your dick five feet tall!”

Cluster puffed his chest out, looking all sorts of affronted. “How the hell would you know?”

Horde snorted. “More like a 100% enlarged scale of your dick, Fuck.”

Cluster slammed his mouth closed, scrunching his face up while he seemed to do the math in his head. Finally, he raised his fist, moving to punch a cackling Horde.

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