Page 109 of Indecent Lies

Striding through the doors were the Renegade Souls men.

Around ten of them, and five of them were the ones she’d yelled at.

Oh, boy.

“Should we go?”

“Nope.” He said nonchalantly, hooking up his beer.

Okay, fine. So maybe she was about to check off bar fight from her bucket list too. Even though she didn’t have bar fight on that list, there was a first time for everything.

It wasn’t as though Tait was invisible, or their table was in the back.

The biker men spotted them almost immediately when they ambled over to their own space as if it was reserved for them only. A couple looked over and jutted their chins, Tait reciprocated and her heart hurt seeing how much he missed his friends.

“Are you okay?” She asked quietly, squeezing his hand. “We can go, I don’t mind.”

“I’m good, Poppy.”

He was far from good.

Her heart beat louder than the bar and ached like a storm for him so she shuffled around the bench and cuddled into his arm. “Hey, Tait?”

He was mid-sip of his beer when he cocked his head all masculine and sexy enough to make her nipples pebble under her shirt. “Yeah?”

“Guess who I had sex with today?”

Oh, that man, his lips spread and he looked so cocky and delicious she just wanted to climb all over him and kiss him madly.

“Is this something you should be sharing?”

“It is when I’ve had sex with none other than Tait Hunt.”

She made his name sound like a celebrity.

Which in a way, he’d always been that to her.

The unattainable boy who didn’t know she existed.

“Yeah? Was it good?” Another lip twist, this time she snuggled deeper into his arms, smelling how good he smelled and feeling his muscles flex under her touch.

“Best sex I’ve ever had, bar none.” She gloated just to make him laugh.

“Glad the asshole made it good for you, little girl.”

She didn’t understand the temperature drop moments later, but the bar seemed to shift in tempo as even Tait’s eyes narrowed over to the door then he looked over to his biker friends. Following his gaze, she saw the bikers rise and move over to the door where a well-dressed man in a long overcoat with five men standing behind him came in.

It smelled like trouble and Poppy cuddled into Tait’s side.

Reading the room, the tension was thick.

“What’s going on?”

“Trouble,” he confirmed.

“Who’s that?”

“Russian mafia.”

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