Kraken (Hades Abyss MC 4) - Harley Wylde Page 0,20
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The sound of laughter and music spilled from inside as I pushed open the doors. It wasn’t nearly as loud as party nights, and I didn’t see a single club whore. I’d worried when the Pres had ordered them out of here at least one would cause problems. I saw Titan at the bar and moved farther into the room, reaching back to pull Phoebe up beside me.
“Come on, baby girl. Let’s tell the Pres hi.”
I held her hand as we moved through the crowd. Titan sipped his beer, leaning casually against the bar, but I saw the way he observed everything going on around him. These were our allies, but he knew as well as I did the Sadistic Saints could attack at any moment. In fact, so many clubs being here could very well lure them out. They couldn’t just try to take down my chapter of Hades Abyss, but they could cripple a few other clubs as well.
“Good to see you, Phoebe,” Titan said. “Although, you look about two seconds from bolting out of here.”
“She thinks no one will like her,” I said.
Titan snorted and motioned to someone across the room. Rocket came over with his woman and two girls. After the way he’d slaughtered the men who had hurt Violeta, I wasn’t surprised Titan had asked him to come. Of course, he was also a great choice because of the age difference between him and his woman. Violeta was about four or five years older than Phoebe, and Rocket was a little older than me.
“Phoebe, let me introduce you to Rocket from our Missouri chapter,” Titan said. “And his lovely wife, Violeta, and their two girls Zoe and Carlota.”
Violeta gave her a little wave. “My sister would have come, but her husband doesn’t let her leave the area without him.”
Phoebe pressed closer to me. She gave the woman a polite smile, but I felt a tremor rake her. I released her hand and put my arm around her waist, drawing her tighter to my body. Violeta glanced at me, a flash of understanding in her eyes. She looked away, motioning for someone else, and soon we had more women gathered in front of us.
“I’m Mara,” said a woman wearing a property cut for the Dixie Reapers. “I’m with Rocky. Our son, Owen, is with us but we left our daughter at home with Isabella and Torch.”
“I’m Jacey and this is my daughter, Danica,” said another woman. “I’m with Cowboy. Our boys, Jackson and Langston, are somewhere around here.”
I saw Phoebe eyeing their property cuts and wished I’d given hers to her. “You have one of those too,” I said. Her gaze lifted to mine. “I was going to give it to you earlier, but decided to wait. It’s at home, along with a little something for Ember.”
Titan snorted next to me and muttered something sounding like dumbass. He leaned over the bar and spoke to one of the Prospects and the guy took off nearly at a run. I had no doubt the Pres had just sent him after my woman’s property cut so she wouldn’t feel left out. Yeah, he was right. I was a dumbass.
“I’m Jordan,” said another woman, elbowing her way closer. “Didn’t bring my hellions with me, but Havoc is nursing a beer across the room. Don’t worry. Those men come after you, we’ll give them hell.”
“We?” Phoebe asked, her eyes going wide.
Jordan smirked. “I’m not the kind to sit on the sidelines. Oh, I’m sure Havoc will tuck me somewhere safe, but don’t worry. I’m always armed, so no one will get to you on my watch.”
I glared at Titan, wondering why he’d invited the psychotic woman here. Havoc was one thing, but Jordan? I’d heard all about the way she’d gone after her man in South America, and how she’d located him. The woman was batshit fucking crazy. I didn’t mind Phoebe coming out of her shell. Hell, I encouraged it. But the last thing I wanted was her trying to de-ball a man, and I had a feeling Jordan would talk her into it and so much more.
The Pres smirked at me and gave a nod of his head. I followed, hating to leave Phoebe behind. I didn’t make it two feet before she rushed me, snatching Ember from my arms. I pressed a kiss to her cheek, then caught up with Titan as he claimed a seat at a table in the corner.
“Is there a reason we just