Fallon (Henchmen MC Next Generation #3) - Jessica Gadziala Page 0,8

cut or leather jacket, and Converse or combat boots. Nothing soft or girly.

But, fuck, was the woman a gut-punch whenever she entered a room.

Until she opened her mouth at least.

Because after she did that, I was pretty sure I wanted to pummel her, not fuck her.

Then again, though, those wires were a little crossed if I were being completely honest. The attraction and hatred could often go hand-in-hand in a way that made no fucking sense to me at all.

This was the woman who'd had my father snatched off the street, strung up, and tortured. And while we were distracted by trying to find him and take him home, she stole our business out from under us.

Sure, we got a lot of it back, but that wasn't the point.

The point was that the woman had made herself an enemy of the club.

So there was nothing to be attracted to.

But there was no denying that my gaze slipped in her direction more than a handful of times after she arrived. She'd grabbed herself a hightop table for two. And promptly ignored any man who moved in at her side to talk to her. Not even shooed them away. Just straight-up pretended they didn't exist. And when one idiot decided to invade her space and try to pull out the chair across from her, she casually kicked up her heels on it, then shot the fucker a look so scathing that I felt the impact of it from across the room.

She engaged no one but the bartender who switched her from what looked like straight vodka to beer. She didn't even seem to look at anyone, staring instead at the back wall or the TV that was playing old fights.

Most people came to bars for two reasons. To hang out with buddies. Or to meet someone to take home and fuck.

So what was Danny's reason for being at Chaz's if she clearly had no interest in either?

"You fucking her?" Slash asked, snapping me out of my useless thoughts, making me feel immediately guilty.

"Her? No. Fuck no."

"Then can I?" he asked, shooting me a dark smirk.

"No. Absolutely not."

"She doesn't look like the type to spook easily," he said, making me realize he knew exactly what Dezi was talking about with his scars scaring off chicks.

"Yeah, well, she's also the type to kidnap and torture MC presidents."

"No shit? That's her?" he asked, a brow raising. "And no one thought to mention how hot she is? You all said female biker president, and I pictured a middle-aged woman with a bad dye job and nicotine-stained teeth."

"Nope. That's Danny."

"I mean, if you want to get some information out of her, I'd take one for the team," he offered with a smirk. "Or, rather, let her take one for the team."

"She's off-limits," I said, tone brooking no argument, even if most of the guys had agreed with Dezi a while back when he suggested the idea of a honeytrap.

"Alright. Shame, but alright," he said, shrugging.

"How are your men doing on their trip? They almost here?"

To that, Slash let out a snorting laugh. "Fucking Sway insisted on stopping for a night in each state along the way. He's on some mission to bag a woman in each state. But Crow is keeping him mostly on track. They should roll in sometime tomorrow night."

"Sounds like you have a Dezi of your own," I said, waving over toward where the man in question had his arms around two women while chatting up a third. The fucker would likely be able to get in all of their pants, too, despite them being friends.

"We all love pussy, but Sway takes it to a whole different level. Followed his dick into the arms of a cartel member's wife once. Bloody mess, that was," he said, absentmindedly rubbing his upper arm where I'd caught sight of an old, puckered bullet wound scar. Likely one he'd gotten from Sway's mix-up.

Slash tended to do that. Rub the spot where he had a scar when he talked about an old war story. So far, though, he'd never touched the scars on his face. No one had been brave enough to ask outright. I doubt we ever would.

"Luckily, our local cartel kingpin is single," I said, giving Slash a smirk. "But keep him away from Danny, or we're going to have issues," I warned.

"Got it," Slash agreed, casting one last glance at Danny before walking away.

Eventually, as predicted, Dezi left with the three women. Cary left with his