Hammer (Heartlands Motorcycle Club #9) - Dani Wyatt Page 0,16
mad at her, but there’s no point because I know it won’t last. She might be a thorn in my side right now, but she’s a sweet old lady and a friend.
“Who would’a guessed that lawyer chick is a fucking sweetbutt?” Troy chuckles as he turns to the bar, and I see red.
In a moment, I’m in his face, my fist twisted into the collar of his shirt as I growl low. “Don’t you call her that.”
Troy’s face straightens in an instant, but his eyes still look like their smiling but he holds up his hands in surrender. In a straight fight, I don’t know which of us would come out on top, but right now I don’t care about that. I’ll defend her honor with my life if I have to.
“All right, take it easy. Just busting your balls. But I am the club president and if you don’t take your hands off me I’m going to have to do something neither of us will enjoy.” He narrows his eyes at me, and I let him go. “Good choice. Look, no harm no foul. She’s a sweet girl and I think I speak for all of us when I say I’m relieved you finally did more than just read your fucking romance novels in that back room.”
“They’re not romance novels. They’re classic literature.”
He chuckles. “Whatever you need to tell yourself. If they gave you the idea for what Luann saw you doing, good for you.”
“Whatever.” I say, not convinced that his apology is genuine but not wanting to push things further.
He claps me on the shoulder. “Just happy to know you’re human.”
“Actually, there was something I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Well?”
“I want to use the cabin.”
“What?” Killian is sitting on the other side of the room, but somehow he heard what I said. He’s shaking his head already. “That’s a fucking hideout for when we need it. No way.”
Troy shoots him a look and he falls silent immediately.
“No fucking way!” Saint stands up from the table in the corner, the legs of his chair squeaking against the polished floor as he pushes it back, his eyes darting to me and Troy. “Hammer, is that you?”
I shrug my shoulders. He’s looking down at his phone, then up at me and Troy, then back at his phone. “Is what me?”
“This video. It’s all over the fucking internet, dude. They’ve done that thing to it but…” He looks over at Wrath, who raises his eyebrows. “Filter. That’s it, some sort of fucking filter, made you look like the fucking hulk or some shit. Take a fucking look!”
“What the fuck?” I stomp over to him and grab the phone. As I watch the video my heart sinks. “Jesus Christ. This is all over the internet?”
Saint nods. “Gone viral.”
The video shows me, very clearly, taking down three assholes as they disrespect the most beautiful woman in the world in the middle of a produce aisle. Those fucking girls with their phones must have shot it when I saved Robin from those fuckers.
“Fuck…” I mutter, but Troy hoots as he looks over my shoulder.
“So that’s how you persuaded her to let an ugly motherfucker like you inside her pants.” He’s chuckling, but falls silent when I turn towards him with a growl, and he takes a step back. “Let me get you those keys to the cabin.”
“What are you doing here?” The way Robin tips her hips to the side as she puts her hand there, looking all sassy, nearly makes my knees go out. Jesus Christ, that girl knows how to draw my attention to her juiciest bits, the way the pencil skirt shapes around those hips, over those thighs… “Hey, Rob, up here.”
I grin as I meet her eyes. “What can I say?”
“You could say sorry for going to my god-damned place of work and giving your number to my fudging uncle.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.”
“I told him I was a client. Your secret is safe.”
“Yeah, well, it doesn’t matter anymore. What do you even want from me? I have things to do.”
“No, you don’t.” I shake my head, unable to quit grinning when she narrows her eyes at me. “You won your case today, tomorrow is Veteran’s day, your office is closed. What do you have to do?”
Her face goes red, either rage or embarrassment, I can’t be sure. But one thing I can be sure of: there’s a wry smirk playing at the corner of her lips. “I do have a life of