I should come to the mother chapter of the Kings of Carnage clubhouse for sanctuary. He’s the one who gave me directions for Christ’s sake.
“Well, I don’t know what to tell you, kitten, but we don’t know a Derek, so someone is messing with you.”
“Bullshit. Look, he owns a garage back in LA, and he—”
I cut her off. “I don’t know what this guy fed you, but we don’t know anyone called Derek and we don’t know anyone who owns a garage in LA.”
“Fuck!” she curses. “This can’t be happening.
“What do you need sanctuary from?” Priest asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Do you guys want to step back a bit? I’m getting a crick in my neck,” she says, but none of us move.
“Fine. I have a stalker. Derek said I would be safe here. That you don’t tolerate violence against women. That’s why I’m not afraid, but now I’m wondering if that was a lie too?” she mumbles softly, rubbing her arms.
Surprisingly, I don’t like to see the fire dimming from her eyes.
“Stalker?” Priest growls menacingly.
She opens her mouth to answer, then her face bleeds to white as she sways a little.
Saint reaches out to grab her, but she holds her hand up to him.
“You don’t know who I am,” she repeats, this time as if something has just dawned on her. “You have no idea what trouble I could bring to your door. I thought Derek had spoken to you and you were okay with me being here. Fuck! I have to go.” She tries to shove her way between Priest and me, but neither of us is having it.
“You don’t understand. You need to let me leave. Please, I swear we can just forget this ever happened,” she pleads, hugging herself tightly.
I frown at her. “Lady, you gave me blue balls and a bloody face. You aren’t going anywhere. Besides, you’re our old lady now. That gives you Carnage protection.”
She stills, holding her breath for a moment and I swear I can almost see the cogs in her brain working overtime.
“How flexible are we on this old lady thing?” She cocks her head, looking at Priest.
“Not even a little bit,” he answers firmly. When Priest makes up his mind about something, it’s impossible for anyone to change it.
“What would I have to do to make you fire me from the position?” she asks, swallowing hard, making Saint shake his head with a wry smile.
“I can save you from the humiliation of whatever you’re thinking. Nothing you do short of betraying a member will make me change my mind, and that’s an offense punishable by death,” he warns her. This would be true if she were a man, but there are plenty of other ways to punish a woman without laying a finger on her.
“So, I could say anything right now to you and I would still be your old lady and get all the protection that goes along with it?” she questions, squaring her shoulders, making Saint tilt his head. He sees what I do. We’ve been reading her all wrong. She isn’t looking for an out, she’s looking for a guarantee.
“That’s right,” Priest answers, not realizing the minefield he’s about to walk into.
Before I can warn him, Reign beats me to it.
“Phew.” She exhales, jutting out her hip. “Well, then I guess it all worked out for the best in the end. Okay, so, I have a stalker who I’m pretty sure is the police captain back home. Oh, and my dad is a cop. Did I miss anything...” She ponders, tapping her chin as we all stand there, gaping at her in shock.
“Oh, yes, I have five older brothers. One is a beat cop, one is a detective, two are soldiers— MP’s to be precise—and let’s not forget Tate, who’s a SWAT member.” She smiles smugly, and with that, she tosses herself back onto the bed with a chuckle.
Chapter Fourteen
Reign
I keep my laughter light as I try to work mentally through this clusterfuck, hoping they can’t tell its fake.
I am quite possibly out of my damn mind. That much is pretty fucking clear from the fact that I’m lying on the biggest bed I have ever seen in my life, staring up at three gorgeous but slightly unhinged bikers as I seriously consider the merits of being their old lady.
My emotions swing from wanting to hide under the bed to wanting to bounce on it with them. Maybe it’s the emotional upheaval of the