together and wrapping it around to form a loose bun at the nape of my neck. Some pink lip gloss, soft black eyeliner and mascara. Pretty silver dangling hoops and the same pair of low biker boots. I was out the door in twenty.
Diego was at me before I fully closed the door. The smile I greeted him with died on my lips when he grabbed me close to him and snarled. “Raine, you’re not in some cottage at the end of the woods anymore.”
“I know that.” His tone made my stomach hurt.
“There are thirty rooms in this bunk and at any time they’re filled with bikers. Sometimes those men are alone. Sometimes with their women. Sometimes with their whores. Depending on who, depending on when. Sometimes brothers. Sometimes guys visiting. You hearing me Raine?” His eyes were hard and he wasn’t talking quietly.
I nodded.
“You hearing me Raine?” He was getting louder.
“Yes.” He was making me feel horrible.
“So now you know this, you never EVER open that door again without having SOME FUCKING CLOTHES ON.” He was furious.
I swallowed hard. I had clothes on but I was getting that my pretty light blue kimono with the silver dragons on the front, maybe didn’t count.
“What do you never ever do Raine?” He was acting like a total asshole.
I glared at him and he glared back.
“Open the door without being fully clothed.” I said softly. I was humiliated and all the sweetness from the night before had been pushed right out of me. I felt the sting of tears burn behind my eyes.
I pulled away from him and walk to the kitchen area where there were about a dozen guys sitting there,all of whom suddenly had somewhere else to look. It was dead quiet. They had heard everything. I felt sick.
Jules who looked right at me and winked.
“You want some eggs, Raine?” He had sat a cup of coffee down on the table and had pulled a chair out for me.
“No thanks.” My lip quivered.
“Yeah, she does. Two over easy, bacon, toast.” Damn Diego again. Sitting his big bad self three seats down and across the table. Then he turned his back to me and started talking to the guy next to him. I glared at his back for a second wishing him dead.
I looked helplessly at Prosper who was just folding the morning paper. He had these little half-moon glasses on, and despite my growing humiliation at being treated like an infant, I noticed them as another testimony of the passing years.
Prosper was looking at me. “When was the last time you ate, Raine?”
No help there. Seems Prosper was in league with Diego the Devil.
I thought for a second and honestly couldn’t remember. I waved my hand away. I wasn’t real happy with him at that moment either. I went to wrap my arms around me and Prosper casually and not unkindly stopped me. He grabbed my hand and held it with his own at the table. Then he began introductions.
All the guys in the kitchen house were Hell’s Saints. Most, but not all from this charter. Some nodded, some smiled and a couple actually unfolded themselves from their chairs and said their hellos close up. Two shook my hand and one kissed it in a sweet attempt at being charming. I blushed hot at that one. Pipe was the one who had kissed my hand. Reno gave me a chin nod.
Then I met Crow.
Crow was the poster boy for badass gorgeous. He wasn’t as big as Jules and Diego. He probably stood just about 6 ft. His skin was a beautiful light brown with subtle undertones of copper, not unlike my own. He had a wide bandana on his forehead and the rest of his hair hung loose way past his shoulders. It was a rich deep sable. His nose was straight and his nostrils flared. He a wide mouth and high cheekbones. His green eyes were like shards of emeralds, hard and sharp.
“Yaa’ ta’ sai.’” Crow said to me in clear Apache. You’re welcome here.
“Aheeiyeh.” I bowed my head using the formal Thank You reserved for those deserved of great respect. His greeting had meant a lot to me and I wanted him to know that.
He
Diego was at me before I fully closed the door. The smile I greeted him with died on my lips when he grabbed me close to him and snarled. “Raine, you’re not in some cottage at the end of the woods anymore.”
“I know that.” His tone made my stomach hurt.
“There are thirty rooms in this bunk and at any time they’re filled with bikers. Sometimes those men are alone. Sometimes with their women. Sometimes with their whores. Depending on who, depending on when. Sometimes brothers. Sometimes guys visiting. You hearing me Raine?” His eyes were hard and he wasn’t talking quietly.
I nodded.
“You hearing me Raine?” He was getting louder.
“Yes.” He was making me feel horrible.
“So now you know this, you never EVER open that door again without having SOME FUCKING CLOTHES ON.” He was furious.
I swallowed hard. I had clothes on but I was getting that my pretty light blue kimono with the silver dragons on the front, maybe didn’t count.
“What do you never ever do Raine?” He was acting like a total asshole.
I glared at him and he glared back.
“Open the door without being fully clothed.” I said softly. I was humiliated and all the sweetness from the night before had been pushed right out of me. I felt the sting of tears burn behind my eyes.
I pulled away from him and walk to the kitchen area where there were about a dozen guys sitting there,all of whom suddenly had somewhere else to look. It was dead quiet. They had heard everything. I felt sick.
Jules who looked right at me and winked.
“You want some eggs, Raine?” He had sat a cup of coffee down on the table and had pulled a chair out for me.
“No thanks.” My lip quivered.
“Yeah, she does. Two over easy, bacon, toast.” Damn Diego again. Sitting his big bad self three seats down and across the table. Then he turned his back to me and started talking to the guy next to him. I glared at his back for a second wishing him dead.
I looked helplessly at Prosper who was just folding the morning paper. He had these little half-moon glasses on, and despite my growing humiliation at being treated like an infant, I noticed them as another testimony of the passing years.
Prosper was looking at me. “When was the last time you ate, Raine?”
No help there. Seems Prosper was in league with Diego the Devil.
I thought for a second and honestly couldn’t remember. I waved my hand away. I wasn’t real happy with him at that moment either. I went to wrap my arms around me and Prosper casually and not unkindly stopped me. He grabbed my hand and held it with his own at the table. Then he began introductions.
All the guys in the kitchen house were Hell’s Saints. Most, but not all from this charter. Some nodded, some smiled and a couple actually unfolded themselves from their chairs and said their hellos close up. Two shook my hand and one kissed it in a sweet attempt at being charming. I blushed hot at that one. Pipe was the one who had kissed my hand. Reno gave me a chin nod.
Then I met Crow.
Crow was the poster boy for badass gorgeous. He wasn’t as big as Jules and Diego. He probably stood just about 6 ft. His skin was a beautiful light brown with subtle undertones of copper, not unlike my own. He had a wide bandana on his forehead and the rest of his hair hung loose way past his shoulders. It was a rich deep sable. His nose was straight and his nostrils flared. He a wide mouth and high cheekbones. His green eyes were like shards of emeralds, hard and sharp.
“Yaa’ ta’ sai.’” Crow said to me in clear Apache. You’re welcome here.
“Aheeiyeh.” I bowed my head using the formal Thank You reserved for those deserved of great respect. His greeting had meant a lot to me and I wanted him to know that.
He
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