We’ve been at the Clubhouse for an hour. Bull, Knight and Venus have since moved to the kitchen for half that time, preparing food. Chadley, Storm, Spade and Texas are setting the 24-seater black wood dining table I’m currently seated by.
Where are the others? I’m not sure. I’m just glad we got here, finally.
I haven’t met the president yet, but Storm was kind enough to introduce me to the others.
I’m good with names so I caught on quickly which earned me some points from the guys.
The girls seem harder to crack, they haven’t uttered much to me since we met.
I think it’s because of Wisp. I’m hoping they’ll change their minds. I wasn’t talking smack when I said I don’t want any problems.
What I’m hoping these biker girls would figure out soon is, I don’t want a man more.
“Yo girly girl, you want steak or sausage.” My head snaps up to see who’s talking and to who. It’s Knight and he’s talking to me.
I pull my hoody down. Knowing it’s rude to keep it on any longer.
“Which ones tastier?”
He stares at me, not saying anything for a moment, then snaps out of whatever’s got him stuck,
“Steak it is.”
Killer, the guy that I met earlier who doesn’t match the others, (he is just too refined) comes from behind the corner which is the lounge area and hits Knight on the back. He does that to a lot of the guys.
“Don’t be greedy asshole, give the girl both.” He gives me a bright smile that I’m sure has gotten many women naked in the past wondering what the hell did they just do.
But those blue eyes and light brown hair doesn’t fool me. I’ve lived in danger, breathed it, I know a devil when I see one.
“You doing okay there, new girl?”
“Ask me that after I get that steak.”
Knight smiles and Killer gives me a strange look, before shaking his head.
“Will do.”
Knight goes back into the kitchen area that is closed by two double doors at the same time Venus comes through, a tray in her hand filled with at least three dozen rolls.
Her face is flushed and her purple eyes are red from lack of sleep, but she’s still a beauty. Her light brown hair now tied up in a messy bun is almost as long as mine. She’s everything a girl like me would never be.
“Help yourself, the margarine is there.” Even her voice is soft and sweet.
“Thanks, Venus.”
I almost flinch at how I must stick out like a sore thumb, more so with my fucked-up voice but stop myself when she gives me a genuine bright smile.
I take the roll and stick it in my mouth.
Killer sits directly opposite me mimicking my actions.
My brow arched in confusion, he does the same.
My mouth moves slowly, chewing the roll when I really want to shove it down quickly and get another.
He moans but still mirrors my actions until I swallow.
“So. My boy Storm tells me you got a thing about people knowing your name, you got something to hide girl.”
I’m stunned, and my heart begins to pick up speed.
Just a second ago he was sitting there, copying my actions like it’s the easiest thing to do.
Now he’s all serious, except he makes it so cool.
Who the fuck is this guy?
For the first time since Killer sat down, I look around. All the others are gone, leaving the two of us alone, fuck.
I’ve never gotten distracted before. When you live on the streets a weak moment is all you need to get you in trouble and it’s not because of the homeless folk like me.
There are much worse predators lurking around.
Take Falon for example. Multiply that by a hundred because I actually lived on the streets my whole life.
It took Falon a few minutes of not paying attention to land herself in trouble and she was barely outside for ten minutes.
So, it’s in my nature to take stock of my surroundings.
This guy is dangerous, and though my senses tell me Falon’s man is the one I should fear. My mind tells me the true demon in this club comes with blue eyes that are meant to lower your guard, and a smile to entrap you with its beauty.
Who just happens to be sitting across from me!
Killer’s body is relaxed on the chair. The half-eaten roll still in his hand and gaze trained on me.
And me? I’m frozen in place.
The air is getting thicker, and it’s me who’s the cause.
There are so many people in this place yet no one comes to interrupt us, why?!
I shove the rest of my roll in my mouth. Some of it sticking out.
I’m not certain what I expect him to do but shoving his roll in his own mouth isn’t one of them.
After some serious chewing, I swallow at the same time he does, and I can’t hold it in, I laugh, it’s one of those fear mangled nervous laughs. It picks up because of my gruff voice and Killer joins me.
We both laugh like crazy-people for entirely different reasons.
Me? well, I do have stuff to hide and we both know it.
Why he’s laughing I have no fucking clue, but it’s really loud.
Knight walks in carrying a big tray with delicious steam coming from it. He takes in the scene, his brown-eyed stare widening a fraction. The long-haired biker turns his head to Killer, giving me a glimpse of the snakehead tattooed to his neck.
Those red eyes snap my mouth shut.
Killer quietens too, but I don’t look at the devil in disguise.
I’m too chicken to chance a glance and have him bring up any more questions.
Heaven knows I know when to shut my yap and bow my head. After all, I’ve done it my whole life.
I should’ve known that he isn’t going to drop it.
“Listen, I don’t want you to feel like I’m pressuring you. I just asked a question. But fare enough you not ready to talk, fine. But you need a name. Something.”
The sound of footsteps behind me slow down.
Knight puts the food on the table as Venus and the big muscular guy, Bull, walks in holding bottles of Coca-Cola and packs of beer.
Chadley, Spade, Wisp and Texas sit down in the empty spaces down from Killer, who is still watching me.
Storm plants himself next to me without saying a word.
They are all quiet.
I turn to Storm, his amber eyes are expectant.
Shit, they want a name.
I look at the food in the middle of the table. The steak and sausages make my mouth water.
A chair scrapes on the end and I follow the sound to see Zero. He doesn’t glance at me as he pulls out the black chair.
Falon drops in it without a sound besides Zero scraping it in.
She looks freshly showered and so does he, the knowledge as to why causes a panic to overcome me.