Page 55 of Fang
Before I can respond, another one comes through.
Happy: Had a run in with Biggy. Had to tell him your girl was off limits.
Anger courses through me. I shouldn’t be surprised. That dickhead is a handsy motherfucker who thinks everything should be his. He has no respect.
Happy: Your girl is good though. She tensed up but didn’t go into a full panic attack. We should probably figure out why it happens. Whoever hurt her needs to pay. Oh, I even did you a favor.
Me: Do I want to know?
Happy: I invited her to the clubhouse tonight. I figured after a couple of nights away you could go with seeing your girl. You’re welcome.
Hell yeah.
Me: I could kiss you right now.
Happy: I don’t swing that way, so maybe save that shit for her.
I send him a middle finger emoji and pocket my phone. There’s shit that needs to be done, and I’m in desperate need of a shower before my girl gets here.
My girl.
Two words I never thought I would say together. I love it. I just hope she does as much as I do.
When Happy told me to come to the clubhouse for a patch party, I had no idea what he meant by that. Now that I’m standing outside of the Lotus MC clubhouse, I’m starting to think I should have stayed home.
I am so out of place here. I thought it would be a laid-back get-together. The kind Fang has told me about where the brothers sit around a fire and drink with their girls on their lap. It’s why I dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and a hoodie.
Looking at all the people drinking and dancing around the outside of this place tells me I was wrong.
Why would he invite me here for this?
“Hey, you got the invite too?” Jenny says as she walks up to me.
“Invite?” I ask.
She nods. “Happy told a bunch of us to head over. Venus was pissed when he told her she had to stay at the club. You aren’t exactly dressed for this, though, are you?”
I look over at her. She’s in a skimpy tube top and the shortest shorts I’ve ever seen.
“I’m not sure.”
She shrugs. “I’m going in. You coming?”
“Unfortunately,” I mutter as I follow behind her.
If I thought the outside was bad, the inside is worse. There are so many bodies, it makes me feel claustrophobic.
Jenny peels off to the left when one of the guys calls out to her, so I go to the right toward the bar.
“Hey, what can I get you?” the woman behind the bar asks.
“A ticket out of this place?” I yell back.
She laughs. “Name’s Viv. You don’t look like a club girl. How’d you get past the gate?”
“I guess my name was on the list,” I tell her.
She looks me over. “You look young. Are you old enough to be here? I know these guys act like they have loose morals, but if you’re not of age, you can’t be here. Savage will lose his shit.”
