was showing signs of coming around and she kicked him hard again, driving the toe of her boot into the side of his head.
Breezy watched her, the casual way Lana did it and then turned her back on him and sauntered across the room, her hips swaying, looking like a million dollars. She looked the epitome of confidence in herself. As a warrior. As a woman. As a biker. She was definitely an equal in Torpedo Ink.
“Do you have a full vote in your club the way Steele does?”
Lana’s gaze jumped to hers. She nodded. “Both Alena and I do. We’re charter members along with the others. Two of Czar’s brothers have joined and are fully patched members, and we have a few prospects. The club coming to us, the ones wanting to be patched over, are out of one of the other schools. They reached out to Czar’s brothers, who live in the area, and then, after they’re vetted, if we agree, we’ll have a chapter up where they live.”
“What about Blythe or Anya?”
She shook her head. “First, Blythe would be appalled if Czar wanted her to sit in on a meeting. She would refuse.” The amusement faded from her voice and she threw herself on the broken love seat and leaned toward Breezy. “Blythe is the best. The absolute best. She will discuss anything with us, talk to us about whatever rule we don’t understand, and she’s never condescending. I don’t know how Czar got so lucky, but she’s the best old lady ever born. We all benefit from her. If you need someone ever to help you, Blythe is your girl.”
“And Anya?”
Lana’s face softened. “We all love Anya. She works as a bartender, and she’s really good at it. She never forgets anything. Reaper’s got mad love for that woman and none of us blame him. We’re hoping she gets pregnant soon, so psycho man will settle a little. He’s all over her all the time, but so happy. None of us ever thought he’d be happy. We really didn’t. We thought we’d lose him, but she arrived out of nowhere and we’ve got him back one hundred percent.”
“Like Savage?”
The smile faded. She shook her head. “Unfortunately, no. Savage is really different and none of us, Savage included, think there’s a happy ending in store for him. He’ll hang on though. He’d never leave us unless he thought we could handle the Diamondbacks without him.”
Breezy didn’t like that, but she knew, just being around Savage, that he was different even from the others.
“Are you happy, Lana?”
Lana shrugged. “The things I want, I can never have, but I’m free and I’ve got my family. I love Steele, and he’s got you and Zane. Reaper’s got Anya. I know both men are safe. Those are the things that make me happy.”
Breezy wanted to say she wasn’t sure yet. She wanted to be, but there was that one huge milestone she was still trying to hurdle. The club. Lana and Alena were treated as full members. She didn’t know a single club where women were treated equally as members. Not one. Torpedo Ink was definitely different, and she had to make certain, before making a decision, that she was fair about it. That meant she needed more information.
Preacher threw open the door, glaring at his sister. “What the fuck, Lana?”
She grinned at him. “It wasn’t like I went looking for him. You remember Scalp? He liked to practice scalping the women he took to bed, the ones they would have sold if he hadn’t insisted on practicing his favorite sport.”
“And he’s still got his scalp? Didn’t you have a knife on you?”
Lana shrugged. “Breezy was here and I try to act civilized around her, so she’ll let me play with Zane.”
“Don’t let her kid you, Bree. She wants to swim in your pool.”
“I have a pool.” Lana smirked at her brother.
“True, but you like Steele and Bree’s pool better.”
“That’s true too, it’s awesome,” Lana admitted.
“Steele owns the house,” Breezy corrected.
“Actually, both of you do,” Preacher said. He heaved Scalp over his shoulder and walked out, leaving her with her mouth open.
THIRTEEN
Steele entered the motel room silently. It was well after midnight and he was exhausted but needed to see his woman. She had every curtain pulled and the fan running on high. He could barely make her out lying in the middle of the bed directly under the rotating paddles that fanned the hot air, making the room temperature bearable.
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