scene or weekend hangout, but he’s putting in the effort to be here with me and I do appreciate that.
I’ve seen the way some of the women around us have been eying the men, and I guess it’s hard not to; all three of them are appealing in their own way. I’ve never had to handle a situation like this before, and I can’t help but feel a little jealous every time a beautiful woman looks in Temper’s direction.
“Are you having a good time?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck and staring into his brown eyes.
“I am,” he says in my ear. “Are you?”
I nod. “Are you kidding me? Tonight has been amazing. And the girls said trouble seems to follow them, but tonight has been drama free, so maybe I’m a good luck charm for you all.”
Temper grins and dips me back, lips pressing against my jawline. “You’re definitely my good luck charm. Does this mean that you forgive me for everything?”
I think about that. “I think I’ll forgive you, but I’m not going to forget.”
“So basically you’re going to throw it in my face anytime I piss you off?”
“Most likely,” I admit, closing my eyes and enjoying my happy buzz from the alcohol. “But come on, it wasn’t something little. It was something a little big.”
“A little big?” he teases, taking my hand and leading me back to the bar, where everyone else is.
“That’s the first time I’ve seen you dance,” Saint announces, sounding gobsmacked. “I don’t even know what to say right now.”
“I’d shut up if I were you,” Renny mutters, elbowing Saint. “Let him have his fun.”
“I’m just saying. Abbie, you bring out the fun in him. I haven’t seen him smile so much in years,” Saint says before ordering us another round of drinks.
I glance up at Temper with a big smile. “I like making you happy.”
“I like smiling,” he replies, wrapping his arm around me and tucking me under his side. “I don’t know what it is about you, but from the second I saw you, I just wanted to be around you.”
I kiss him then, going up on my tiptoes and cupping his stubbled cheek, making the first move for the first time in my life. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the beautiful words he’s saying, or maybe it’s me accepting my current fate, but there’s no one else I’d rather be with right now.
“I’m glad I’m here,” I say against his lips.
“Me too,” he replies, pushing my hair back behind my ear.
Our eyes lock and hold for a few moments.
“Temper,” Renny says to him, breaking up our moment.
Temper looks at him and Renny says something into his ear. Temper nods, his arm squeezing on my hip. “Let’s get out of here,” he says, a sense of urgency flashing in his eyes. “We can continue the party at home.”
“Okay,” I reply quickly, my attitude and demeanor changing with theirs. I look to Izzy and Skylar and they have worried expressions on their faces as they look at their men. Is something wrong? I scan the club but don’t see anything or anyone out of place.
We leave, walking down the stairs, our group staying close together. Temper is first, holding my hand, with Renny and Izzy behind us and Skylar and Saint coming up the rear.
Crossing the road to get to the car is when shit hits the fan: four men appear out of the bushes, approaching us and pointing guns at Saint, Renny and Temper. The men quickly move in front of us, guarding all three of us women with their bodies.
“The girl comes with us,” one of the men says, nodding toward me. “Otherwise, your women are going to be burying you.”
Temper’s eyes dart to me, and then back to the man making the demands. “Why do you want her?”
“She’s the Knights of Fury MC president’s woman. She has value,” he says, smirking, his dark, beady eyes filled with smugness. “Yeah, we’ve been watching you. Hand her over, and the other