Page 51 of What Is Love
“I think we need one more,” Mac said as she reached into her back pocket and pulled out a twenty.
“Let me pay!” I said as I dug into my wristlet. “I don’t know who’s been paying up to this point, but it’s definitely my turn to buy.”
“Nope. Just put it on my tab, Mac,” Roe said.
Mac glanced at him. “Everything has been put on your tab. Let me pitch in.”
Roe looked at her. “Don’t worry about it. Just have fun.”
She stuffed her twenty back into her pocket. “I’ll buy you food next time you come in.”
He nodded.
Mac and I did one more shot together, and she was talking about going back to the dance floor. “First, I need to pee,” she said, and looked at me. “Come with?”
I nodded. She took the lead. The thing I’d learned about Mac was that she was a very bouncy, bubbly person and she was quick on her feet. When it came to weaving and dodging around people, she was fast about it. I, on the other hand, was not. We got separated when three big Haven’s Rebels got between us.
“Sorry about that, little lady,” one of them said and quickly stepped out of the way.
“It’s all right,” I said with a polite smile. By the time I got around them, Mac was nowhere to be seen. Assuming she’d beaten me to the restroom, I headed in that direction. I’d barely walked three steps when someone grabbed my wrist.
“What do we have here?” a male voice said.
I turned around to find a man in his mid-thirties with curly black hair and a five o’clock shadow towering over me. His cut told me he was a Haven’s Rebel.
I tried to pull my wrist free to no avail. His grip was very strong.
“I haven’t seen you around before,” he said as he grabbed some of my hair and sniffed it. “You’re pretty and you smell barely legal.” He tried to grab at one of the ties on the front of my shirt.
Before I could get a hand up to block or stop him, a big arm wrapped across my chest like a seat belt, and I was pulled back against someone.
“Let go of her,” a voice like thunder ordered. “Right. Fucking. Now.”
The man holding my wrist released it and put his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, Prez. Didn’t know she was with you. Thought she might be a new sweet butt.”
“This isn’t the clubhouse, Donnie. Keep your fucking hands to yourself,” Bram ordered.
“Yes, sir,” Donnie said as he backed away a few steps before turning and walking off.
Bram’s arm dropped from around me and I turned to face him. He didn’t look happy as his greenish hazel eyes bored into mine. I was about to thank him, hoping it’d ease his anger, when he said, “Go home, Charlotte. This is no place for you.” It was an order, and I was too intimidated—too taken aback to argue.
I spun around, planning on backtracking to Roe and Wyatt, but collided with a chest. I quickly glanced up and saw that it was Reid. Instead of pushing away or apologizing, I leaned into him. I fisted his shirt, needing…I didn’t know what I needed.
He didn’t push me away. Shockingly, he put an arm around me and glared over my head. “She doesn’t know who you are, Bram. Ease the fuck up.”
“Did you bring her here?” Bram questioned.
Reid exhaled heavily, like he was doing his best to stay calm. “She goes to school with Roe. They’re…friends.”
There wasn’t a response for a few heartbeats. Then I heard Bram’s voice over the music. “Find your sister and get them both out of here.” It was an order.
Reid’s arm dropped from around me and I looked up at him. He didn’t look happy, either. At least with him, I knew what I was getting and there was comfort in that. I didn’t know Bram at all. I wondered what I had done to make him so mad. As I replayed the whole interaction in my head, something stoodout. “How does he know my name?” I didn’t mean to voice the question out loud.
Reid’s face became schooled.
“Did you tell him my name?” I asked.
“Why would I tell him your name?”
