B - stard (Royal Bastards MC) - Sapphire Knight Page 0,67
can’t help but laugh at her excitement over it all. “Well, it certainly makes it more fun to have you enthusiastic about it for me.”
“It means he’ll take an ol’ lady. That’s big babe, real big. Just please, don’t kick me out, I promise to leave your man alone.”
“I would never kick you out! Besides, it’s not my place to.”
She snorts. “Thank God, you’re such a good woman, Alice. You’re gaining so much influential power toward the club, and you don’t even realize it. The prez may be in charge, but when a man like that finds his golden pussy, then she’s the one with the true power.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Honey, a man like Ripper would do anything for his ol’ lady, for his golden pussy. All you’d have to do is ask, and he’d burn the whole world down for you.”
We’re interrupted by the door to church swinging open, and the club members pouring out.
“You eavesdroppin’?” Angel practically growls, vibrating with hostility at Cindy.
She pales. “N-no, I was just talking with Alice, honest, and making sure the mugshots didn’t need cleaning.”
The broody enforcer grunts, snagging her wrist in his big paw. He tugs her along behind him and she manages to get a quick wave off to me. I return it, a bit worried. I hope he doesn’t take it out on her, thinking she was trying to listen to their church session. Ripper explained it to me that it’s a private room they meet in to discuss club business. He said it’s for patched members only and considered a sacred spot for the Royal Bastards. Being around my father so much, I understand completely about secret meetings and what not. I’ve also learned it’s best to keep my nose out of it. In some cases, the less you know, the better.
Whiskey offers me a flirty wink and a grin that says he knows far too much about my relationship with Ripper. I am, however, glad to have the older man’s approval as I can tell he means a great deal to the man in question. I offer Whiskey a wave and a kind smile in return.
Blow’s next to come out of the private room, but he ignores me completely. I’m not sure if he doesn’t like me, or if it has to do with my sister. Regardless, I wish I knew how to make it better. Ripper told me about Blow and Madison spending a lot of time together, and it’s only made me feel increasingly guilty for leading my father to her.
Powerhouse beams his big, friendly smile as he passes. “Dollface.” He nods and I offer him the same smile I shared with Whiskey. The massive beast of a man is like a giant teddy bear when it comes to women. He’s seriously the sweetest guy around this place, and he’s always helping someone out.
Plague and Wrench come strolling out together, speaking quietly about a new prospect they plan to whip into shape. They’re too engrossed to pay much attention to me standing around—awkwardly, now that I’m alone. Wrench manages a muttered, “Ma’am,” and I blush at his formality.
I anxiously wait for my favorite biker, but he doesn’t leave the room. I take in the men behind me. They’re at the bar grabbing drinks. They chitchat, but none of them mention their prez, and it has my curiosity growing by the moment.
I take a few steps in the direction of the sacred room. Above the door is a wooden sign that’s been carved and stained a deep walnut color. It says Royal Bastards Church, No Excuses. I have no idea what it implies, but one thing is clear, I’m not welcome inside. I stand in the open doorway and knock on the wall. I’m not brave enough to cross the threshold without an invitation. I have too much respect for Ripper and his brothers. This is their home; I’m merely a guest.
He glances up, brow wrinkled until he notices it’s me. He flashes me his signature cocky grin.
“Hey, baby,” I greet huskily and he stands.
He quickly strides to me, pushing me a step backward away from church to wrap me in his arms. “Gem,” he breathes my name like it’s a prayer. He closes the door behind him, leaving behind any thoughts he was thinking over in there.
“I was, uh, waiting for you,” I admit, a bit embarrassed over it. “But got worried when you never left the room.”
“You don’t need to fret over me, Gem. That’s my