Page 3 of Serendipity

I raised an eyebrow as I passed her the tote bag with her stuff. “Will that be a problem?”

I desperately wanted to get on my bike and ride away from all the shit that seemed to be bubbling up inside me at the appearance of this chick, but I had to get her settled first.

“Cain, what the actual fuck, man?” Solomon appeared from nowhere, which was basically his superpower and his most annoying trait. I winced and turned, transforming my face into a menacing scowl.

It must have been a pretty good one because the woman backed up a step. “What the hell was I supposed to do? Some piece of ass came in, said this one was being stalked by some guy who knocked her up and what? I was just going to leave her there to be murdered by some psychotic asshole like–”

“I get it. Judas isn’t going to be happy though.”

Yeah, tell me something I didn’t know. I nodded at Solomon, and he smiled at the woman.

Serendipity. Shit, I had to start calling her by her name in my head. Solomon was a lady killer, and I was fairly sure he’d have her on her back with his face between her thighs before the night was through. He was tall, with golden hair like some kind of hair care model. Hell, he probably could have been a model if he wasn’t such a cold blooded murderer. He had tattoos up and down his arms, most of them compliments of me, and I was a badass fucking artist. He had a few scars, most from before our time at Damnation MC. “Hey, Sweet. I’m Solomon. And you are?” He gave her that Hollywood smile, but she didn’t smile back.

“Sera,” the woman said quietly, her eyes taking his measure. Not as a man, but as a threat.

Whoever was stalking her had really done a number on her. “And Hope isn’t a piece of ass. She’s an angel and you won’t speak of her that way.” She was frowning, her eyes blazing intensely and I swear to fucking Satan, I got harder than a rock.

I looked over at Solomon, who had a shit eating grin on his face and a growing bulge in his pants, but I wasn’t surprised. I liked my women feisty. Solomon just liked them breathing.

“No last name, Sera?” Solomon basically cooed. Geez. Women actually fell for this shit?

She shook her head. “Not for you.”

I grinned, the expression reaching my eyes. Fuck yeah. Apparently, the woman was immune to Solomon’s ability to charm a nun out of her panties. Solomon just grinned, smug bastard. Of course he’d see it as a challenge.

I thumped him on the arm. “Don’t get excited, Douche. Still gotta pass it by Judas.”

Solomon waived me away and grabbed Sera’s tote bag. “Let me take that for you,” he murmured.

“Come this way. Judas is in his office. I’m not missing this for anything.”

I rolled my eyes and waved Sera forward, following up the rear. Despite the fact she had to be three or four months pregnant, the woman was too thin. She had a big round baby belly, but I could see she was nothing more than skin and bones underneath her clothes. Her body was all but wasted.

Solomon pushed through the doors of the Clubhouse, and all conversation ground to an awkward

halt. There were dozens of people in that bar, patched members and their old ladies, some sweet butts that were on their knees beneath tables. I placed my hand on Serendipity’s lower back, trying to ignore the heat coming from her skin and the way her spine was beginning to curve into an amazing ass. She flinched but didn’t step away, so I kept my hand there as I directed her past the bar to a long hallway down the back. At the very end of the hallway was the large room where we held Church.

Just up from it was a heavily fortified door where Judas’ office sat.

Solomon banged on the heavy door, and the grunted response from the other side had him pushing it open. Solomon threw me an amused look. “Hey Pres, your VP brought you a present.” I was going to put my fist through his face next time I got the opportunity, just for being such a jackass. Still, I straightened my shoulders and pushed the girl into the room gently.

She froze in the doorway, the first sign of hesitancy I’d seen in her yet. So far, she’s taken the whole thing in her stride with sass or stupidity, I wasn’t sure which, but standing in front of the Pres was enough to make her quiver beneath my hand. Maybe she wasn’t so stupid after all.

Judas was a scary man. After he’d had his eye plucked out, it had healed roughly and now he wore an eyepatch like a fucking pirate. Combined with the five o’clock shadow and his shaved head, the guy looked like a demon. The irony was real.

Amusingly enough, Judas looked just as stunned. I didn’t smile though. I liked my intestines where they were. Judas broke from his shock first, his stormy eye finding me and pinning me to the spot.

“What the hell is this? Get this bitch out of my office and back to wherever you picked her up from, Cain. We talked about this, no more strays.”

He said that like I picked up women in desperate circumstances every day of the fucking week. I don’t. Sometimes I offer the street kids a place to crash and get on their feet, but they work fucking hard for the Club. And never the girls. This was no place for a woman who wasn’t an old lady or someone who wants to be passed around. But I made an exception for this woman. She needed us. I could feel it in my bones.

Apparently being called a bitch would knock the shock straight out of a person because Serendipity was no longer frozen. She was rigid with indignation. This was going to go south real quick. I put my hand around her forearm, shaking my head to deter her from whatever tirade she was about to launch to verbally shred our President. It wouldn’t endear him any more to the idea of her staying. “You don’t even want to hear me out?” I say softly, not keeping any of the disappointment from my voice. I loved Judas like a brother. Hell, he was my brother. More than that even. We were bound by something greater than blood or love or any other such existential bullshit.

Judas sighed, dropping his pen and standing up. As he did so, I saw his whole body go rigid. He must have missed the rounded bulge of her stomach. I didn’t blame him though, her face was pretty damn distracting. His one good eye shot to me, and there was a world of feeling in it for a moment before he shut it down. Yeah, bro. I’d been there. There had been a reason I couldn’t say no despite the ‘no more strays’ mandate.

“Speak.”

I rolled my eyes at his command, like I was a dog or something, but I let it slide. “Some piece–”

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