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"It will be pretty quiet tonight. I'm going there for a meeting. I know a few girls will be around and usually, there are kids too." He is avoiding eye contact with me like there is something he isn't telling me.
“Well, I’m looking forward to it. What’s the meeting about?” I arch an eyebrow at him.
His hand rubs the back of his neck. “So that’s a little more complicated.”
We pull up to a metal gate and Cain nods at someone standing on the other side of it. The gate opens and we pull up to the building next to a long line of motorcycles. The truck pulls in and Cain takes the key out, getting out of the car before even answering my question.
“Mom, this place looks funny,” Amy says from the backseat.
She’s not wrong.The club is a large L-shaped brick building with no defining features. There is a metal door where the two parts of the building meet. Cain opens my door and I turn to him, ready to take his hand. Before I can, he grabs my sides and lifts me out of the truck, my body flush against his.
“I think you’re the perfect fucking height.” He places a soft kiss on the top of my head.
“Um, I don’t think I can get down either, Cain.” Amy’s voice sounds next to us and he laughs before telling her to jump and catching her mid-air. She giggles as he sets her down and she runs for the door.
Cain looks over at me. “You ready?”
“I guess so. You still haven’t really said why we are here.” I arch an eyebrow at him, but he doesn’t answer. He grabs my hand and we walk toward the door. Walking in, I see that it’s a large open space with a bar running along one side of it. In front of the bar there are a bunch of tables and chairs. On the opposite side of the room there are some couches, a pool table, and a couple recliners.
“This is the main room. It’s where you’ll hang out tonight while I’m in the meeting.” He walks me toward the bar where there are a few girls talking and standing around. I scan the room and find Amy with another little girl who looks about her age. There’s a hopscotch game drawn on the cement floor and they are laughing as they skip around.
“Ladies.” Cain walks me up to the women. “This is Emma. Emma, this is Shaina, Ana, and Alison.” The girls all wave hi and I feel completely awkward. “I need to get to the meeting. You good?” He looks over at me and I nod. “Be nice,” he says to the girls, to which they just laugh.
Cain walks away and I shift awkwardly.
“So how do you and Cain know each other?” Ana asks me. She’s a little shorter than me and has light blond hair that falls a few inches past her shoulder. It’s waved in a way that makes me think it might be natural. Her round eyes are outlined in black and it gives off a hard ass vibe. The way she steps up to greet me gives me the exact opposite impression.
“We…um, live in the same building.” I would hope he hadn’t told everyone how we met, but I really don’t know.
“Okay,” Ana looks me over. “How much did he tell you about the MC?”
I bite my lip nervously because this almost feels like an interrogation.
“That look right there,” Shaina says, pointing at me. “That look says he didn’t tell her shit. What the fuck is Cain thinking?” Shaina has jet-black hair that goes almost to her belly button. Her eyes are narrow, which only makes me feel more under a microscope when she looks at me. “He can’t actually be doing what he is tonight without her knowing what she’s getting into. I’m going to find Logan.”
She turns, but Allison catches her arm. “Calm your ass, Shaina. Cain isn’t one to not think shit through.” She turns to me. Allison looks like a mix of Ana’s softness and Shaina’s hardness. Her light brown hair is somewhere in between the two of them. She’s just about my height, and while her gaze is intense it doesn’t make me want to back away slowly. “I’m gonna take a wild guess and say you’re in some sort of trouble.”
I freeze immediately. I have no idea how to respond.
She guessed it, which means I must be giving off some vibe.
If I deny it, then they find out I’m a liar. If I say I am, they may ask me what type.
“So that’s a yes.” Allison turns to Shaina. “Put your protective claws away.” When she faces me again, her smile makes me relax. “Sorry, Shaina is our resident pit bull.”
“Um, it’s okay. Honestly Cain didn’t tell me too much and when I asked he seemed to get quiet.” I shrug like it’s not a big deal, but I know it must be.
Ana steps closer. “I’ll give you the beginner’s course.”
“Ana.” Shaina says her name like a warning.
"Chill, Shay, go get a shot and loosen up." She shoos her hand while Allison laughs. "As I was saying, this is the main room. Everyone stays in here unless you have a room at the clubhouse. Only the brothers get rooms if they request them. There are a few left empty for surprise visitors too. Upstairs." She points to a staircase toward the back of the room that I hadn't noticed before. It's metal with a railing and it leads up to a small hallway. "Those are the officers’ rooms. Completely off-limits unless you're invited, which I have a feeling you will be." Ana gives me a wink before turning behind us. There are two girls standing in what looks like bathing suit tops and the tiniest skirts I've ever seen. "Those are a couple of the club girls. Unless you need to interact, keep your distance."
“Yea, if you think Shaina has claws, she’s got nothing on them,” Allison says with a laugh.
“Hush,” Ana replies to her. “This introduction is to not scare her off. It might be nice having another girl around here aside from you bitches.”
A laugh bursts from my mouth before I can contain it.
