Page 53 of Fang
“Let go of her right now,” Happy demands while I’m frozen.
“Come on, Happy, we all know they are open for business. They’re club property, after all,” the stranger says as he squeezes my arm tighter, making me gasp.
My body shakes a little at the sensation. I hate that one unwanted touch makes me feel this way. PTSD has a way of fucking you over in the worst ways. I only wish I knew how to control it.
Happy literally pries his fingers from my arm and then steps between us.
“I don’t know how you do things where you’re from, but that’s not how they work here. These aren’t like the girls at the clubhouse. They decide if and when they share their body, and it’s not up for discussion.” He points over his shoulder at me. “And this one isn’t open for business. Never has been, never will be.”
The tension between them builds, making my skin crawl.
With a shaky hand, I reach up and touch Happy’s shoulder. “Come on. I need to get changed,” I tell him softly.
I watch as his jaw clenches. He nods and steps to the side of the dickhead who won’t back down.
On shaky legs, tucked safely behind Happy, we head toward the dressing room, and only once we are safely out of sight do I put any distance between us.
“Sorry about that asshole,” he tells me.
“It’s fine, but it seems like you two don’t get along.”
“Yeah, you could say that. I didn’t like him the first time I met him,” he mutters.
“Who is he anyway?”
Happy sighs. “He’s a brother from another chapter.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“How do I explain this…” He thinks for a moment before he continues. “So we have clubs all over the country. Each one a little different than the other, but Lotus MC nonetheless.”
“You mean like how Fang was part of the club in Vegas before he came here?”
“Exactly like that.”
“So that guy is from somewhere else?”
“Yeah, he’s just in town for a while passing through.” His eyes light up, and he snaps his fingers. “You know what, you should come to the clubhouse tonight. We have a patch-in party that I think you would find interesting.”
I frown as I think about it. “That doesn’t really sound like something I’d be interested in, and I don’t do extras, you know that.”
“That’s not why I’m inviting you. I just think it would be eye-opening for you, and Fang will be there. He can explain everything better than me if you come. No pressure, though.”
Just hearing his name makes my heart race.
On second thought, maybe I should go.
“I’ll think about it,” I lie.
We both know that I’ll be there.
Relief fills me as we roll back into town. I don’t mind doing runs. In fact, it scratches the itch I get from time to time that screams at me to just get on my bike and roll out. This time, though, it was different. As soon as I left, I wanted to turn my bike around and come home.
I’m glad I didn’t, though. It was good to catch up with Gunner from Saint’s Outlaws MC, even if it was short-lived. I was happy to hear about how his old lady is raising hell and making his hair gray. I met her once at a charity ride, and I can see it. Swear to God, she stepped right up to a motherfucker that was twice her size and tried to go toe-to-toe with him. She only backed down when Gunner tossed her over his shoulder and spanked her ass while he carried her off. Even then she was cursing like a goddamn sailor, telling the man she was going to castrate him. She’s a fucking spitfire.
Just like Cami.
Jesus, I can’t imagine what the hell those two would get up to if we left them alone for five minutes, let alone an hour. World domination would surely be on the table.
