seen the BOOM go through my family for years. I thought it was a myth too, until I met Harlen.” She gets a dreamy look on her face.
I open my mouth to argue with her, but she nudges me.
“He’s coming over.”
I twist so fast in my chair, I nearly knock the table over. Harmony is right, though. He’s coming over. Panic attacks my belly as I feel his presence come nearer to the table.
“Amy,” he says, his voice gruff, deep and delicious. Like melted, dark chocolate.
I want to devour him whole, but instead, I manage to choke out a, “Hi, Shane.”
Harmony holds her hand out and he takes it with his good hand, shaking it. “I’m Harmony.”
“Hey,” he says before bringing his attention to me.
“How’s the wrist and stitches?”
His arm is in a cast and his face still looks sore. I hope he’s all right.
“Better after your help.”
I flush at his words.
“I’m glad you’re on the mend.”
He eyes me and as his gaze crawls over me I resist the urge to shift under his scrutiny. “I was going to call you later.”
My stomach flips at his words. “You were?”
“About Saturday. Dinner. You and me. I booked us a table at Flame at eight.”
My eyes bulge. Flame is notoriously difficult to get a reservation at. The wait list can be months long because the food is just that good.
“How did you manage that?” I ask, forgetting that I’m supposed to be canceling.
“Club knows the dude who owns it.”
“Wow.” Harmony sounds impressed. I don’t blame her, I’m pretty impressed myself.
Even so, I need to remember my plan and stick to it. Even if I would die for a chance to eat at Flame. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea for us to go out,” I tell him.
“Why not?”
“Patient, remember.”
“Ain’t your patient anymore.”
“That’s not how it works,” I tell him, wrinkling my nose.
He ignores this, and says, “So, Saturday… You give me your address I’ll pick you up.”
I stare at him. “My address?”
“Yeah, babe. I need to know where you live.”
“How about I just meet you there?” I have no idea what I’m saying anymore, but my words sound breathy as I speak.
He shrugs. “Ain’t a problem to pick you up, babe.”
The endearment makes my heart skip several beats. “I know.”
“So, I’ll come to yours?”
“What if you’re a serial killer?” I blurt.
He blinks at me then laughs. “Ain’t one, but if it makes you feel better you can meet me at the restaurant.”
I nod. It does make me feel better. I doubt Shane is anything like Dr Hofstadter, but after what happened, I’m still wary. Even if this man does funny things to me, I’m going to protect my safety.
He gives me a smile that makes my stomach flip flop. “See you Saturday.”
“See you then.”
He walks away to the counter to grab his order, and Harmony’s eyes flare. “Oh my God. I can see why you’re smitten.”
I frown. “I’m scared.”
“Honey, all good things require being a little scared, but if it is the BOOM, resisting is pointless.”
4
Whizz
Sitting in church with the Tennessee boys is a hell of a lot different to sitting with my London brothers. I hate to say it, but I miss Titch and Levi goofing off, Fury’s stoic silence and even Rav’s bad temper. Omen is a lot like my president in a lot of ways, though he’s calmer than Rav.
“Someone give me an update,” Omen demands, drumming his fingers off the table as his eyes go around the room.
He’s a huge guy with a bushy beard and dark eyes that are like looking into the depths of hell. There’s a reason he’s called Omen. Seeing him is a bad fucking one. He’ll gut anyone who tries to destroy what he’s built. Brotherhood and protecting the Sons is his first priority. That’s why he’s a good president and it’s also why he’s the national president in the US. Rav looks to him to keep the States on track and organized.
“Guns came in yesterday,” Havoc says, leaning back in his chair.
Like Omen, he’s got a thick beard, but his is wild, just like him. His shrewd gaze sees everything and his ability to get shit done, no matter the cost, is why Omen has him at his right-hand side.
“We can move them to London as soon as we get word from our guy that we’re good to go,” Flash adds.
He lives up to his name. He’s a flashy fucker and he doesn’t look like a biker. Right now, he’s wearing