Angel Girl

Angel Girl

S.H.E. MC #1

Christine Michelle

Moonlit Dreams Publications

Copyright © 2019 by Christine M. Butler writing as Christine Michelle

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The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

Book Cover Design by Christine Michelle with licensed images from Adobestock.com

2nd edition 2023

Smashwords Edition

Contents

About the Book

Reader Content Warning

Dedication

1. Part One

2. Surprises

3. Daddy Dearest

4. The Hub

5. All Apologies

6. The Wolf

7. The Chase

8. Sheep

9. Together

10. Reality

11. Drama Party

12. The Day After

13. Mistakes

14. Mind Games

15. Wiped Out

16. A Proposal

17. Part Two

18. Broken Promises

19. Wedding Day

20. Honeymoon

21. Hang Ups

22. Lost

23. Another Chase

24. Vegas Baby

25. Drop a Bomb

26. Obliterated

27. Three

28. Bonus Chapters

29. Her

30. Betrothed

31. Surprised

32. Unfolded

33. JoJo

34. Keys

Also By

About Author

About the Book

I was born Jamie Murdock, an MC Princess in the Aces High Motorcycle Club. At seventeen, I was promised to one of the club members. At eighteen, I ran.

I couldn’t quite shake the MC blood that rolled through my veins though.

I formed Sierra High Evermore Motorcycle Club with other women who had enough of being underestimated, under-appreciated, and underneath the men in our world.

We prospered as a club and I managed to hide behind my road name until my father’s club decided to expand into our area.

That was when Sweet found me again.

I’d been away for seven years, started a new life, and there he was still running just as hot and cold as he always had.

Nothing had changed.

Everything had changed.

It was only a matter of time before our shared past began to look a lot more like a new future.

Reader Content Warning

This book is meant for readers who are adults.

The story contains sex, violence, human trafficking themes, arranged relationships, and other issues that sensitive readers might not enjoy.

♥

XO,

Christine Michelle

This story is broken into two parts as it was originally written to be a novel with a follow-up novella. The first part is written from Angel Girl’s perspective only. The second part adds Sweet’s POV. Bonus chapters from Sweet's POV during part one of the book are also included.

For all the women out there who want to be the ones in control!

Ride Like a Girl!

♥

1

Part One

Angel Girl

2

Surprises

I barreled through our clubhouse door, immediately on edge because of the three foreign bikes in our parking lot. Foreign – as in they didn’t belong to any of our members.

It’s about time you got here, our security specialist Avery Legs Michaelson called out to me. Her ash blond hair in its usual high ponytail swung back and forth as she made her way over to me. Tash has them in the back office, she stated evenly as her piercing sapphire eyes took in my somewhat waterlogged appearance.

Who does Tash have in there? I asked wearily.

Legs stared at me for a moment with one hand on slender hips that topped off the shapely appendages she had been named for. Didn’t you get your texts?

I laughed. Funny story, I continued on with a chuckle while Legs rolled her eyes at me.

What happened to your phone this time?

Well, it took a bit of a tumble right into a massive boulder, cracking the safety case, which would have been otherwise waterproof. Then it slid, in damn near slow motion, right into the deepest freakin’ part of the creek. I pointed down at my still damp jeans. I was thigh deep in that freezing ass water, and I still had to dig for it. I tossed the water-damaged device on the bar in front of her and watched as more liquid sloshed out of the damn thing as it connected with the hardwood.

Legs frowned at the wasted piece of electronics. I can’t believe you rode back here wet like that, especially in March. She visibly shivered at the thought, and honestly she wasn’t wrong. I should have just left the damn phone there to rot. Maybe you should take stock in these things. You alone would guarantee they never go out of business.

I ignored the comment since I heard it often enough. So, who exactly do we have waiting in the office? I tipped my head back towards the place in question, not willing to admit I’d been reading on my phone again when I dropped it. I might have had a small obsession with romance books. It was probably because I was what my friend Tash liked to call, forever alone. Tash was a jerk like that. I was only alone because every time I tried to be with someone, it backfired on me. Books were a safe getaway for me though, not that I’d admit that to the rest of the biker club I ran.

Legs shrugged. Some motorcycle club or other came to make nice so they can move into our territory. They don’t run girls. We did prelims on them this morning, but we’re still waiting on more info. Call came in a few hours ago about the requested meet and greet.

All right, I guess I better go save Tash then.

We had buried another MC who tried to take over our territory not long ago. The fact that there was yet another here, requesting to meet with us before they set up shop, let me know we’d earned at least a modicum of respect for our annihilation of the Winter’s Renegades MC. Still, I had a strange feeling brewing in my gut for some reason, and one thing that never failed me was my instinct.

Three men sat in a row, backs to me as I entered the office. One of them was cocked sort of to the side, but I still couldn’t see much of him because of the baseball cap he had pulled low across his eyes. The way he sat hunched in on himself toward the corner with the wall to his back said he was the one to watch. My best friend Tash, who was Vice President of our Sierra High Evermore MC, sat across the desk from them. Standing in the corner was our other security officer, Sara, otherwise known as Keys for her lightning fast abilities with the information systems. The older man in the group turned and grinned at me. You must be this Angel Girl we’ve been hearing so much about. His gruff voice rang out with authority. If you were trying to make us sweat sweetheart, he was getting himself riled up now, so I cut him off.

Apologies on the wait time you endured. I nearly rolled my eyes at my own words, because I sure as fuck didn’t believe in apologizing for making a man wait on me to get back to deal with him - particularly a man who couldn’t make an appointment more than a couple hours in advance. Then again, I hadn’t even known about the couple hours notice, so fuck him altogether. I was out of cell range, and not aware of the meeting until a few minutes ago. This is generally why meetings of this nature should be scheduled well in advance, and not the same day you want them to happen. I smiled sweetly at the man whose face was turning red with the effort to restrain his very obvious anger. Contrary to popular belief we aren’t mind readers so we can’t be here for something we know nothing about. I winked at him as I maneuvered around the desk, giving the three men a wide berth as I went. While I made sure to keep space between us I also made sure my movements were nonchalant, and self-assured all at once. Cell reception sucks here in Southern Appalachia. It’s why MCs don’t last long when they try to move in. It’s also why last minute notice means you have to wait. I added in a clipped tone.

The older gentleman sat stock still, fingers clenched tightly to the armrests of the leather chair he occupied, his red face still bleeding out his frustration for all to see as the silvering hair that fell around his jawline only added to the contrast between the colors highlighting this man’s emotions. I would expect better of an MC president, a status his patch indicated. Peety, or so his Kutte said, didn’t seem to have a poker face to speak of. I also didn’t miss the significance of his top rocker announcing they were from the Aces High MC. I did manage to contain my surprise at being forced to deal with the very club that I ran from as a teenaged girl though.

The man beside the president was a bit younger and sporting the Vice President rocker along with a very cool, laid-back demeanor. The road name on his Kutte was Spike. I took him in as he watched me with brown eyes that peered out with all the frostiness possible in a look. It’s odd that I’d always associated brown eyes with warmth, but there didn’t seem to be any of that in Spike’s chocolaty depths. Instead he tipped his head to me in acknowledgement. I turned my focus on the third man, who was somewhat huddled in on himself still, arm over the portion of his Kutte that would give me any clue as to who he was, ball cap pulled down, only exposing wisps of dark brown hair curling around the cap. If I didn’t know any better, I would think he was taking a nap. Fact was, I did know better though. This man was the true danger in the room, even after a quick second evaluation of the three of them. He gave off an air of aloofness, seeing as how he appeared to be napping, but every muscle in his obviously chiseled body was pulled taught and ready for a fight. Interesting.

The older man finally reigned in his temper and managed to pop off his next statement with some cordiality to it. I’m Peety, this here is my VP – Spike. He pointed to the third guy then, but failed to introduce him. He’s the VP of the mother chapter for our club. No name given yet for Mister Hide and Seek. Now, I was really intrigued, because I was intimately aware of the mother chapter, and this man was too young to be the VP unless something had happened to force one of the older guys out of the position they previously held.

Well, you seem to know who we are already, so what is it that you think we can do for you today?

This is a courtesy visit. We bought the old Wayfair Warehouse out on 76. We’re planning to turn it into a clubhouse for our new chapter. We have a few local boys and a couple who are wanting to return closer to home so it’s time to get a new chapter started.

And how exactly do we fit into that equation? I asked simply, still giving nothing away.

Well, I don’t think we have any competing interests so really this is just a courtesy call to say hello and let you know our intentions. We won’t be steppin’ on your toes and hope you won’t dance all over ours, sweet thang.

I rolled my eyes because apparently the boys got to step while the girls danced. You run girls? I asked while eyeing the third man’s Kutte again. He had shifted a bit, and I could now see his bottom rocker. Holy crap on a cracker, he was definitely from my father’s chapter of the Aces High MC. The VP when I left had been Tuck though, and he was much older, and not in the best of shape last I saw him. I still managed to keep my face blank. Hopefully, this guy was semi-new blood. Although, I wasn’t sure why new blood would be promoted to VP unless the club had shaken up its members a bit since I’d been gone.

No, ma’am, Spike drawled.

I’m too young to be a ma’am, I sneered. Run weapons? Drugs? I knew my father’s club ran both at one time. That could mean trouble for our area if their violent dealings went down here.

No offense sweetheart, but our business dealings are just that. Club business. We don’t go telling anyone about our setup and you really don’t need to know. We’ve checked. Let’s just say, we don’t have any common businesses with yours. Peety offered up his words as if they were gospel, and not to be disputed.

Well, Peety, I intoned a bit caustically. It is absolutely our business if you’re tracking illegal shit through our town and it causes problems, incites violence, and brings in more unknown criminal elements. That shit can be unpredictable at best. We run our club businesses on the more, well mostly, legitimate side of things. If violence and general idiocy run off our paying customers, where will that leave us? We don’t need heat brought down on us when we operate in some gray areas ourselves. If you guys screw up and bring the attention of the feds to the area, we get put under their spotlight all the same.

For the first time, the third man in the meeting with us finally looked up, and I was left dumbfounded staring into a very familiar set of emerald colored eyes. Well, Jamie, I’m pretty sure you know all too well what our MC gets up to, and you also know we handle our shit, Sugar.

Both Tash and Keys went on alert when the man used my real name instead of my road name. The funny thing was, Peety and Spike both looked just as surprised, which meant this wasn’t some kind of weird set up. They obviously didn’t know Jamie Murdock was Angel Girl before they walked in to this meeting.

Jamie? Peety questioned. They said her name was Angel, or Angel Girl. Whatever.

Her road name, I’m sure. This one here is definitely Jamie though. The sly bastard had the nerve to wink at me then before Spike spoke up.

You wanna fill us in, brother? Spike asked as his hand lingered on the piece tucked into his waistband where he must have had another weapon he failed to put away in the lock box outside. I was going to have to have a talk with the girls about frisking, and taking weapons before we sat down to meetings in future.

She just happens to be my betrothed, he snickered out as if it were a joke he was letting everyone in on and not the entire reason I’d up and walked, no, ran away from my life years ago. Well, it hadn’t been the only reason, but at the very least a large symptom of the overall disease.

I swallowed the sick feeling that was now bubbling up in my stomach and sneered. I’m not your anything, Scott. I purposely used his real name to even the playing field a bit.

Betrothed? Both Peety and Keys muttered at the same time. Peety took it a step further, and glared over at Scott Sweet Marks before asking, Who in the hell is she?

You’re looking at Ghost’s long, lost wayward daughter, and the woman who was promised to me seven years ago. That is Jamie Fucking Murdock.

Holy fuck! Tash hissed out, speaking for the first time since I’d entered the room.

Welp, I tossed out nonchalantly. I’d say this meeting is just about over for today.

Peety had the audacity to chuckle at my pronouncement. Nah, lil’ princess, I’d say we’re just getting started.

With zero hesitation I pulled my Glock 19 and aimed it at the most dangerous man in the room, Sweet, before any of the guys even registered what was happening. That’s what they got for underestimating a motorcycle club run by women. You’re all leaving, right now. This gun is the least of your worries too. Believe that. We can tie you up as tight as we did Winter’s Renegades, or you can be gone within five minutes and we’ll think about leaving some scraps for you to rebuild on.

You threatening your own daddy’s club, girly? Peety’s face was once again the color of a lobster.

Nope, I’m giving you guys the advantage the Winter’s Renegades never had. Nothing personal, it’s all about protecting our businesses. I walked back around the desk, gun still trained on Sweet until he gave the smallest of nods, then I slowly lowered mine knowing Keys and Tash had me covered. We settled here in unclaimed territory in the mountains so we could do our thing and not have to worry about petty bullshit with other clubs. I know why Winter’s Renegades wanted in here, and we shut them down before they could follow through. The three men were openly curious about that comment. What I’m wondering now though, is why your club chose this place? I know my dad made an error in judgment with regards to my particular situation, but I never thought he’d trade in flesh.

Sweet’s glare snapped up to meet my disgusted one. Your father, our club, we don’t traffic in humans. Ever.

Well, I clucked my tongue in admonishment. You can’t honestly say never since he tried to sell my soul off to the devil by his side. I mocked. What were you supposed to get out of it again? Two chickens and a goat? No, that’s not it. He was getting visibly pissed now, fists clenched. Oh, I know. A new bike and a shiny VP patch. I see things worked out for you even without me in the picture. My condolences to whatever woman he finally pawned off on you.

Okay, I was definitely just being spiteful, because honestly Sweet was one hot piece of man ass, and he’d only gotten better looking with age. He had to be close to thirty by now. He still had a full head of thick brown hair, not even a hint of gray in the thick stubble coating his strong jaw, and the only imperfection marring his otherwise striking face was a slim scar and slight bump across the bridge of his nose. He obviously wasn’t skimping on the workouts either. Every part of him looked tight, hard, and defined. Drool-worthy, as the women from the books I read would say.

If my father had let it happen naturally, I wouldn’t have been opposed to dating Sweet. As it was, I was just freshly seventeen when my father betrothed me to the man. That same night, I watched my supposed betrothed take not one, but two of the club whores back behind closed doors, and he winked at me when he did it. Is there any doubt why I went running as soon as I was able? That wasn’t even the end of our story either, sadly. He ended up giving me far more reason to run in the end, and only after luring me in until he actually did hold a piece of my heart.

No old lady for me, Jamie. You were promised to me, and I’ve been waiting all these years to collect. I’ll be sure to let your dad know you send your love, Sugar. With that he winked at me and walked out of my office, trailed by a very contemplative Peety and a smirking Spike.

Once we were sure they were gone I turned to Tash. Call everyone in. They all need to know we should be expecting a whole lot more company real soon. Damn it.

No offense, Angel Girl, but if my daddy promised me a lifetime of fucking Mr. Tall, Dark, and ‘Do-Me-Now,’ I would have been all over that shit, Keys laughed out. Tash was shaking her head in agreement.

"If looks were everything I’m sure it would have been perfect. Unfortunately for my dad, I had my Aunt Kiki in my life and her husband Beau. That man loved my aunt harder than any man has ever loved a woman. I knew from an early age that fairy tales weren’t real. After my mom died, my dad brought the club whores around all the damn time. I hated him for it because he let them into our home. My mom’s memories were tainted and obliterated by those bitches. In doing so, I learned that happily ever after was sometimes an illusion. Beau and Kiki made me realize I didn’t have to settle for anything less than I deserved though. I damn sure deserved more than some asshat who tossed his betrothed a wink as he shuffled off to go fuck two club whores the same night my dad announced that we’d be together.

One of those women he took that night was also the latest skank who thought she was going to win my daddy by trying to play mommy to me. Hell, she couldn’t have been more than three or four years older than I was at the time." I shuddered with disgust as I remembered the whore in question. I realized that I was ranting, but there was a lot of history behind the interaction they had just witnessed.

Damn, I guess he couldn’t have fucked it up any better if he wanted to push you away, huh?

Tash’s statement left me feeling unsettled for reasons I didn’t really want to think too hard on.

Angel Girl, why make your own MC if you hated the life so much? Keys finally asked.

I didn’t hate the life, Keys, I answered her. I loved the idea of the MC life. The family unit, working together towards common goals, always having someone at your back, or to just take shots with is an almighty thing. It’s a beautiful existence. The guys just muck it up by trying to prove who has the biggest dick. Lucky for us, no bitch wants to have the biggest vagina! I laughed and they joined me in heading to the conference room we used for our larger meetings. The other girls, the ones who held coveted positions or some sort of financial backing in our businesses all trailed in behind us.

When everyone was settled I began. "Ladies, we had a few members of the Aces High MC in here today. Looks like they’re sniffing around and trying to put down roots in Sierra High. They’re in the old Wayfair building on Highway 76. We’re going to need surveillance on them ASAP. Let’s try to get trackers on their bikes, if we can manage it discreetly.

Is this like Winter’s Renegades 2.0? Legs asked.

Nope. This will be much more difficult if shit goes south. It’s personal for me too. My dad runs Aces High, and I ran from him, and from all of them, when he promised me in marriage to one of his guys when I was seventeen.

A collective round of gasps went up then. Mary Ellen, who we dubbed MiMi, spoke up. Angel Girl, do the girls who came in with me need to worry? MiMi and four other girls in our clubhouse had been rescued from a life of slavery at the hands of Winter’s Renegades MC who was in the middle of a human trafficking ring we helped bring down. MiMi’s brother, Paul, was the one to come to us for help in finding his sister. While the FBI was storming some of the WR’s larger facilities, we took the one that was closer to home. It also happened to be the one MiMi was being held in, according to our intelligence. Men had sold each of the girls with MiMi into slavery. Sadly, those men were once considered friends and family by each of the girls. In MiMi’s case, her stepbrother Randy was the one who set her up. Ultimately, it’s why those five girls stuck with us after all was said and done. Nothing like putting your faith in a sisterhood after men have let you down so damn dramatically, and I would know all about that.

MiMi had been a fighter through her whole ordeal. She had put herself in harm's way to keep the other girls safe, and she was in rough shape when we finally got them out. Even though she was in the worst shape of them all, she made us take all the other girls to safety before getting her moved. That was how she earned one of the most coveted positions in our club so quickly. She exemplified the kind of person we were looking for to have our backs and stand by our sides.

My dad and his club have never, to my knowledge, been involved in human trafficking. My personal case was just that – personal. My dad had his reasons. He even thought it was for my own good, I’m sure. I didn’t want to be traded off like chattel so I left when I was able. I took a sip of the rum and coke Tash had handed me moments before and we officially started the meeting. I need all of you to keep a lookout for anything suspicious. I’m not sure why they’re so hell bent on expanding here. They seemed shocked about my presence so that wasn’t the reason initially. Those guys will try to charm information out of all of you, the other girls, and probably our dancers at Paramour too. Everyone needs to remember to keep their mouths on lock down, their eyes open, and we’re instating check-in times too. If we don’t hear from you at your designated time, we’re sending out the cavalry. If the cavalry shows and one of you bitches simply forgot to check in there will be an ass-kicking coming your way. They all laughed.

No going out alone for any of us. Stick to pairs or small groups if you can. I sighed and took another sip of my drink. If you see an Aces High Kutte on anyone in town, I want that called or texted in with road name, location rockers, positions in the MC, and anything else that seems important. I don’t care if you think someone has already reported that particular member to us. I want the info to keep coming so we can keep better track of the situation. Anyone have any questions?"

Most of the girls shook their heads no, but MiMi was looking at me again while chewing on her lip nervously. What is it, MiMi?

This man you were promised to… she hesitated a moment before continuing. Will he be looking for you?

He already found me, hon. Nothing to worry about. We had our words just a bit ago.

Please, tell me it wasn’t that old geezer with the President patch? Another girl asked while giving an exaggerated shiver.

No, Keys spoke up. It was the ridiculously hot one with the ball cap.

Holy hell! Someone chimed in, and there was suddenly a loud ruckus as everyone put in their two cents about how they’d have been all over that. Not like I hadn’t just heard that from my two best friends moments ago until I explained the situation.

I sighed before raising my voice to all of them. STOP! I trained my glare on each and every one of them until they were all visibly squirming under the scrutiny. Just because a rapist is hot doesn’t mean he gets to do whatever the hell he wants to you if you’re saying no, I all but shouted. Sweet isn’t a rapist, by any means, but neither is he a good guy. Do not fall for the pretty boy routine. My father’s MC has plenty of beautiful bad boys, and you better believe they will use it to their advantage. If you’re so easily swayed by a pretty face that you think being promised to another person without your consent is something to laugh about and celebrate, then maybe you need to rethink your position in this club.

Silence. I’d never actually understood the expression about being able to hear a pin drop until that moment. A beautiful face doesn’t excuse horrible behavior. Ever. Keep that in mind while you’re out and about and my father’s men are looking for our weakest links and using their assets to get you all to talk.

I turned my attention to my two security officers then. Keys, Legs, head on over to Paramour and get everything squared away and make sure all of the staff are in the know, and understand that speaking out to anyone about the club is off limits unless they want to be unemployed.

Both women nodded to me and then took off. Everyone else is free to go. Get with Tash about your check-in times before you leave.

3

Daddy Dearest

Her heavy sigh preceded the words I knew were coming. It’s been two weeks, and nothing.

I ignored Keys for a moment as I finished typing up an invoice for our latest Product Testers client. Not only was she now unhappily out of a relationship, but she owed us $380 more for the pleasure of knowing her man is a cheating bastard. At least she found out before they made it official considering he’d proposed to her the same night our girls successfully propositioned him. Product Testers was just one of our legit businesses. Funny enough, we sent our most beautiful members out to test men to see if they were being loyal to their girlfriends, wives, or significant others.

Besides Product Testers, we also owned the strip club - Paramour; a private security firm – Redemption Inc., which also had a private investigation business lodged under its umbrella; and a less than legal investigative service that used the dirtier side of the internet to dig up information used in business deals, blackmail, and various other scandalous enterprises. We were very selective with the clients we picked up on the darker side of that business, and for the most part all of our other ventures ran legit.

I finally looked up once I was finished polishing off the invoice, and smiled at Keys. Don’t let your guard down. My dad is famous for waiting people out, and letting their own issues destroy them. He’s either waiting for us to get lax about things or paranoid about the fact that we haven’t been contacted again. Keep the rest of the girls diligent, it’s important. If you’re pointing out that it’s already been two weeks, so are they.

She nodded, and I returned to the humdrum efforts I was ankle deep in before. Billing people for services sucked. Most times, we took half of our expected costs upfront to avoid potentially being stiffed. Our reputation was enough to keep people from failing to pay. Once people saw what we were capable of while performing our duties, they knew better than to be on the receiving end of our full wrath. Still, there was always that one asshole that thought he was slick, and not surprisingly it was almost always a man. I rolled my eyes at my own thought. Not that I was a man hater or anything, but hey, if the shoe fits…

The beeping of an incoming text from across the room pulled me out of my thoughts and the worry dripping from Keys’ face garnered my full attention. What’s up? I finally asked as she continued through a volley of back and forth texts for a few minutes.

Looks like we’re about to get company. A block of riders was just seen heading this way, all wearing the Aces High patches. Some local, some from Cedar Falls.

Damn, I muttered. Cedar Falls meant my dad’s MC, and probably him in person, were on the way to our space. He was coming to the one place I never wanted him to step foot.

Okay, get everyone on high alert. I want weapons confiscated before they come inside the compound. No exceptions. Have the boys from Redemption Inc. out there to take care of that. You and Legs supervise, but don’t put your hands on any member of their MC yourselves, okay?

Keys looked at me strangely then. Don’t think I’m questioning your authority or anything, but why don’t you want the girls from the club handling it? Don’t you think it makes us look weak that we have to get our security guys to do the frisking?

Nope, just the opposite. We’re too good to touch them. Trust me, it will rile them up. I laughed, knowing good and damn well those boys were going to have a fit knowing they were headed to a biker chick compound only to end up frisked by large, heavily muscled men. Electronics need to be dumped too until they’re ready to leave. They can either leave all their stuff with a prospect out front or they can watch you lock it up in one of the general use safes.

Keys smiled. I’m betting they don’t like either of those options.

I’m betting I don’t care. If they want in our compound, they’re going to adhere to our rules. Period. I picked up the phone then and dialed down to Paramour. Hey, Trix. I need you to send Brady and Stella down here to the clubhouse as soon as possible. Have them make their way here through the back entrance. We’re expecting company, and I have a feeling we’ll need help behind the bar for the night. Tell them I’ll double their pay for the night, and that goes for whomever you need to call to fill in for them at Paramour too. Oh and have Brady bring some Glenfiddich with him.

Tasha had walked in at the end of my phone call and raised a brow when I asked for the single malt whiskey. My father drinks that shit, I explained.

Ah, I heard we had a band of bikers incoming. I was just coming to see what you needed from me.

Just hang tight. You and I will greet them together in just a bit. I took a moment, a deep breath, and then let out a nervous chuckle that I would only ever allow Tash to see. Don’t freak if my dad thinks we’re lovers or something. I never really dated any guys before I left home. Mostly, because they were all scared to death of the club and my dad. Also, because all the guys in the club knew I was off limits and that I would eventually belong to Sweet. He and I had a few moments, but nothing… Well, let’s just say our interaction never went beyond virginal experiences. It wouldn’t surprise me if my dad’s first reaction were to think I’m a lesbian for forming an all-women’s motorcycle club. Hell, that goes for all of them. They probably expect we’re all in here wrestling naked in Jell-O every night or some shit.

Tash just laughed at the implication. "Aww Angel Girl, I’ll be