Page 18 of Knocked Up by Her Daddy's Friends

The sight that greets me is wholly unexpected.

Holy shit.

I don’t know what I was expecting inside the hidden room, but it sure as heck wasn’t this. a huge bed dominates the space, and next to it, there is a swing with ankle straps, it’s anything but the innocent type of swing I picture when I hear the word… Next to the bed, there’s a large window that looks into a shower room. In display cabinets on the walls are an array of mindboggling sex toys, I didn’t even know there could be so many. In one corner, there’s a minibar and sofas next to a big-screen TV. Along one wall there’s a gun cabinet with an impressive selection of guns. I don’t know why I’m so shocked. The room is basically a man cave gone wild.

It’s clear that I’m not going to find any information about the dispute with Bill here, and yet I can’t help myself. I venture into the room, curiosity piqued as I look around. I can’t help but imagine what being with the guys in here must be like. My heart starts to race as I picture all four of them ravaging me on the bed. If the others are anything like Angel in bed, then I know my imagination doesn’t even cut it. I feel a sharp, irrational stab of jealousy at the thought of what other women have been in here with them, but I force it away.

Of course, it’s just my luck that at that moment, while I’m snooping through their private inner sanctum, I hear the sound of voices approaching the office.

Shit. It’s the guys. They can’t find me here.

In a panic, I pull the bookshelves closed as far as I dare without risking being trapped inside. I just have to hope the guys aren’t planning on coming into this room and that I can sneak out unseen without them noticing I’m not in my room. God knows what they’d do if they found me snooping.

“If fucking Anderson thinks he can get away with fucking with us he’s got another thing coming,” I hear Drifter growl.

“I don’t get what his end game is here. He’s the one whose shady business dealings could be exposed. Exploiting an elderly man for a land grab that’s not even his to sell,” Angel gripes.

I can hear the sound of glasses clinking as they pour drinks. Intrigued that they’re clearly talking about Bill, I lean closer, straining to hear.

“I assume he’s taking a gamble that our club is less law-abiding than his corrupt ass. He’s clearly got half the cops in Gabriel on his payroll,” Buzz suggests. “My guess is he’s trying to scare us into backing down and letting him keep the land.”

“True, but why now? Why didn’t he do that weeks ago when we went to speak with him? I thought that our threats and turning up at his fancy event did the trick,” Gunner queries, his voice calm and contemplative.

I think I have an idea why. Because Bill just found out that I’ve been working for them. The humiliation of them turning up at the gala he could spin to his narrative, explaining why his daughter is working in a biker bar is a whole other story. I feel a stab of guilt that it’s my fault the club is being looked at and that Viper could go to jail. But then I remind myself that Bill’s the one in the wrong here. Clearly, he’s breaking some laws of his own and taking advantage of a vulnerable person for his own gain.

“That’s what we need to find out,” Angel replies. “In the meantime, we need to get Viper and our boys the best representation and be prepared to play Bill Anderson at his own game. Nobody fucks with us and gets away with it, especially not some entitled politician with a bad dye job.”

A short burst of air comes out of my nose as I stifle a laugh that involuntarily bubbles up at Angel’s snarkiness.

“Did you hear that?” Angel asks, his voice tense.

My heart jumps into my throat as they fall silent, listening.

“Could be from Skye upstairs?” Buzz suggests.

“Ah yes, the delightful Skye. After the day we’ve had, surely, we can have some fun with her now? I’d be able to think a lot clearer after finally being able to screw her senseless,” Drifter says jovially, his voice wistful and light.

My cheeks grow hot, and I feel a smug sense of satisfaction that at least Drifter finds me attractive and wants me as much as I want them. I’m eager to hear what the others have to say about me.

“Look…” Gunner pipes up.

“Someone’s been in here,” Angel says, his voice dangerously low.

I can’t see them, but I know they must have seen that the bookcase is ajar.

Shit. What do I do?

They’re going to want to know why I’m in here, and I can’t think of a single excuse that won’t end up with them being severely pissed. As nice as they are to me, I’m under no illusions that if they find out I’ve been lying to them and spying on them they will be angry. And when these men are angry, they’re downright deadly.

Chapter 10

Skye

With only seconds to spare before they find me, I do the first and only thing that pops into my head that might save my skin.

Show some skin.

I frantically strip off my clothing, tossing it aside so I’m in just my bra and panties. I’m grateful that I bought some sexy lingerie on my shopping spree today, the new lace bra I’m wearing pushes my breasts up flatteringly and the matching lace thong makes my ass look full and round. In the low light of the room, I don’t even mind the slight curve of my stomach. I might be nervous as all hell but, dare I say it, I feel kinda… sexy.

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