Dark Guardian (Black Hoods MC #3) - Avelyn Paige Page 0,43

thing for them.”

“Hashtag? Where do you guys come up with these crazy nicknames?”

“It’s just a thing bikers do. Some earn them, and some are born with them.” Blair laughs. “They all call me Red, thanks to GP.”

I grin, admiring her gorgeous head of red, curly hair, and then turn my attention to Lindsey. “Do you have one?”

She smirks. “Not one they’d say to my face if they do.”

“Because Karma wouldn’t allow it,” Blair adds, earning a side-eye from Lindsey, but she doesn’t seem to care, keeping her smile firmly in place. Why do I get the feeling they’re having a silent conversation about this Karma guy I’m not privy to?

“So, do you all live here?” I ask, changing the subject.

Blair shakes her head. “No. Most of us have our own homes. GP and I live nearby.”

“I kind of float around between my uncle’s house and here. It just depends on your situation. Some of the newer guys prefer to live here until they can get settled.”

“Oh.” I don’t know why, but I’d always assumed bikers lived together like one big commune. This is actually the first time I’ve really gotten to learn what their lives are really like.

“We don’t all live here like one big family,” Lindsey huffs. “Believe me, none of us needs that much testosterone in our lives.”

“God, no,” Blair agrees. “GP’s bad enough at our house. I don’t need the rest of them under one roof. Our house couldn’t survive it. Neither could our refrigerator.”

“That’s something you need to remember, being my uncle’s old lady.”

“Old what?” I inquire.

“Old lady,” Blair says. “When you’re with one of the patches, that’s what they call you.”

I throw up a hand to stop her. “Patches? I’m sorry, but I don’t understand.”

“Patches are full members,” Lindsey explains. “They have the full patches on the back of their cuts.” I nod, only somewhat able to wrap my head around what they’re telling me. “Their vests. The guys without them are called prospects. They’re kind of the probationary members of the club. They work with a patch mentor, and if they do well enough, they’ll become a full member someday.”

“And the other women I’ve seen around here? Are they... what was the word you used... old ladies?”

Lindsey’s hands fly up in the air. “Oh, hell no.” She points to a small group of women sitting at the bar across the room. “They’re what we like to call sweet butts. Most of them live here at the clubhouse. They’re kinda like friends with benefits for the members without old ladies. They’re here for the guys who need a little attention.”

“They what?”

“Not all the guys are into that sort of thing,” Blair clarifies. “GP never touched the girls.”

“And Eugene?”

Lindsey laughs. “I’m never going to get used to you calling him Eugene. I’ve called him Judge for as long as I could talk, and he’s my blood relative.” She takes a sip of her beer. “And yes, he’s been with some. But he won’t now that he’s with you. My uncle is loyal.”

My head spins as she rattles off more and more information, while I’m stuck inside my own head at the thought of any of these gorgeous women hanging all over Eugene in front of me. My heart sinks. He’s been with the sweet butts, or whatever word she used to describe the scantily clad women who have popped in and out of the main room we’ve been sitting in. Is that what he would expect me to handle if we were together? To just be okay with other women trying to sleep with him right in front of me? Just the idea makes me want to walk right out the door and never look back. I may not be an expert in the relationship department, but I don’t share.

I would have never thought that being with a biker could be so complicated.

Reaching out, Blair takes my hand and squeezes it. “It’s confusing at first. It took me a while, but once you get used to it, it’ll make more sense.”

“It’s like riding a bike,” Lindsey assures me.

“It’s more like trying to fly a plane with no experience, or pilots. Until you find the manual, you’re kind of on your own to bring the nose up.”

“You’ve been playing that flight simulator with the kids again, haven’t you?”

“I don’t mean to scare you away with all the club talk, but if you’re going to be with him, you need to know. Being an old lady is one