Destroy For Her - R.B. Hilliard Page 0,13

the entry was a hallway leading to several offices. Past the offices was a door to the basement as well as the back entrance to the game room. The right of the entry wrapped around to a large, open sitting room. The kitchen was off of the sitting room, as was the other entrance to the game room. Straight in front of them was a staircase that led to five bedrooms and a large living area.

They entered the living room, and Petal gasped, “Pretty.”

Pretty damn cool was how Sage would describe it. Instead of one sitting area, there were now two. The first was located in front of the ginormous stone fireplace—a fireplace that had been cleaned and restored to what she imagined was its former glory. It looked fabulous. The ratty furniture had been replaced by a large, cherry wood coffee table, a leather sectional, and two matching leather chairs. Sitting area number two faced the wall of windows looking onto the back of the house. A large navy sofa with brass beading along the rounded arms and back faced the windows. In front of the sofa, posing as a coffee table, was an oversized camel-colored ottoman. The sofa and ottoman were flanked by four smaller leather chairs. The once bare hardwood floors were now adorned with two enormous sisal rugs, and the ugly, peeling walls were now smooth and painted a light beige color. Although she loved it, she wasn’t exactly sure it was right for a motorcycle club.

“LuLu likes to decorate,” Alex whispered. She tried not to laugh at his disgruntled tone.

“It looks awesome,” she whispered back.

“Yeah, for a classy hotel, maybe.”

He wasn’t wrong. The room didn’t exactly scream motorcycle club.

“I like it,” she said to a tense-looking Steele.

“It’s something, alright,” Steele muttered. Again, she felt like laughing. It was a strange but welcome feeling. Had she ever laughed with Carlos? She tried to recall but couldn’t.

“Now this, I can get used to,” Alex said, steering her into the kitchen. She took in the large butcher block island and new appliances. LuLu had been a busy bee.

While Steele lifted Petal onto one of the six stools surrounding the island, she noticed that the wall between the kitchen and dining room was no longer there. The two rooms had been combined into one, very large eat-in kitchen.

“This kitchen is bigger than Rosa’s, and hers was huuuge,” Petal declared.

Steele smiled. “Oh yeah?”

“Rosa is Carlos’s housekeeper,” Sage explained.

“I bet Rosa’s pancakes weren’t as good as mine!” Treena called from the kitchen doorway.

“Treena, Montana, we’re home!” Petal shouted.

Treena took one look at Sage’s face and came to a screeching halt. “Who do I need to kill?”

Montana just stood there with her hands over her mouth.

“There will be no killing anyone,” Steele clipped, nodding toward Petal.

“I didn’t mean it literally,” Treena amended, but her voice said she meant it and then some.

Sage gave them a strained smile. “It’s good to see you both again.”

“Which one of you is on breakfast duty?” Steele asked.

“Both of us,” Montana quietly replied. She may have been talking to Steele, but her eyes were riveted on Sage’s battered face.

As Montana hadn’t been at the house long before they’d left for Mexico, Sage hadn’t gotten the chance to know her very well. She knew the girl was Chopper’s great-niece. She also knew that she was painfully shy and entirely too young to be exposed to the harshness of club life. Not only that, but she didn’t fit in. As in, at all. Club girls had big hair, big tits, generous asses, and were all about loud parties, biker cocks, and blowjobs. Take Treena, for instance, her normally long, purplish-red hair was now platinum blonde, her bangs teased to high heaven. She wore five layers of makeup and had on skin-tight leggings and a slouchy sweatshirt that bared one of her shoulders as well as half of a very large breast. Montana, on the other hand, had a cute pixie-girl haircut and a very petite body, which she covered with extremely unflattering clothing. She wore minimal makeup and never had a bad thing to say about anyone.

“Pancakes!” Petal chirped.

“Would you like some bacon to go with them?” Treena asked. Sage’s stomach grumbled.

“Yes, please, and orange juice,” Petal added.

“Want to help us get it ready?” Montana asked, still staring at Sage.

“Yes!” Petal shouted. Her foot shot out and tagged the underside of the island. She pushed off from there and swiveled her chair around to where she could see Sage