Crossroads (Beautiful Biker MC Romance Series) - DD Prince Page 0,15

Mar that I needed to greet her, not get eye-locked with my dream biker again, so I embraced her.

“Oh my God, it’s so good to see you. How are you feeling? You look great.”

Marlena’s eyes darted frantically and erratically around the perimeter of the space.

“I - I’m good. Hey Jojo; hey. Is he around?”

“Blow? No idea, sister. Been here less than ten minutes and we’re in the back corner.” I gestured to the booth where me and the girls were. “If he isn’t, you wanna join us?”

“I don’t think I can,” she said distractedly, looking around.

I helped her scan the room for her man and this gave me opportunity to let my eyes wander over my man at the bar. Fork stood in dark jeans, his leather jacket, with his hair loose. He certainly stood out with how extraordinarily tall he was, not to mention just… the whole package that he was. He put his mouth to his beer bottle and drank. I let my eyes linger, watching the swallow work down his throat. He saw me, I know he did, but the indifference was back. It felt like an icepick sinking slowly into my chest. What the fuck? It was suddenly very obvious that he not only knew that I was trying to get his attention but that he was feigning indifference. Why?

Marlena moved away and then I saw she was heading toward Blow who was plucking darts out of a dartboard with a blonde hanging off his every word, looking up into his eyes while licking her lips.

And before he saw Marlena, he leaned forward, said something to her and slapped her ass with a clench at the end, then laid a hot and heavy kiss on her. Oh shit.

Marlena’s back went rod-straight and she stormed the rest of the way to him. Before Blow and the blonde’s lips detached, she was yanking the blonde back by her hair, and hauling off to punch Blow. Her punch landed on his right eye. And then she stormed off, straight out the door with, at minimum, two hundred sets of eyes on her as she did this with tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Fucking bikers,” I heard Skip’s wife Sara grumble from behind me. She stood at the bar with another woman, someone I didn’t know, but who had her eye on my brother Rider who was standing there, watching all of this with a hard expression on his face.

“Hey Jojo,” Sara said, pulling my eyes away from my brother. “Marlena got her head outta the clouds with respect to Blow, I see. I’ll go. Fuckin’ bikers.” She threw her chainmail purse straps over her shoulder and headed outside on her stiletto boots.

I watched Blow head for the door, covering his bleeding nose with a bar towel. Sara spun, pointed at him, and he ignored her and pushed past her.

Sara was gorgeous with a long dark bob and lots of curves. Sara was a veteran old lady, married to Skip for 8 years and I liked her. She’d been tight with Jet before she died. She and Skip relocated here from Sioux Falls with their two kids and she was like a resident mother hen, a glamorous biker/ soccer mom, but she was also judgy as fuck and never afraid to say what she thought. She wasn’t very nice to the bunnies and a lot of us knew it was because Skip regularly stepped out on her with them.

I wasn’t super-close with Marlena, she hadn’t been around long, but I knew her enough that if she didn’t have Blow and Sara heading out after her, I’d have followed to make sure she was okay. As they were heading that way and I had my own goals for the evening, I spun around and headed toward the bar in time to see Sara’s friend get the brush-off by Ride, who dismissed her with an annoyed be on your way type wave of his hand and a jaw clench. It was good to see that. I knew he loved Jenna and seeing that an all dolled up woman wasn’t getting the time of day from him despite her looking like she was trying… this was good news. I didn’t want any of my three brothers to do anything to fuck with their chances for a happily-ever-after with the girls they had now.

Some of the bikers I’d grown up around did whatever the fuck they wanted whether they had a woman or not. But,