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Overwhelmed with happiness for her friend, Cilla squealed, then threw her arms around Stephie, hugging her.
“That’s amazing, Stephie!” Turning to Horde who’d stopped to witness the scene, Cilla saw a smug smirk on his face…but there was an affection and adoration in his eyes as he looked at his woman.
What I wouldn’t give to have that….
She pointed at Horde. “You, mister, have one hell of an incredible woman. You treat her like a queen, you hear me?”
Horde’s smile dropped as a seriousness slid over his face.
“She is my queen,” he confessed, his tone braced with steel.
Her smile watery, she nodded. “Okay, then.”
Stephie, Horde, and Cilla headed toward the back yard, with Cilla dragging her feet. What would she see once they reached the actual party?
No time to wonder.
Rounding the back of the house, Cilla saw a massive, smoking grill, several picnic tables set around a grass and gravel clearing, a fire barrel already lit and spewing flames into the air, three coolers, overflowing with ice and beer, a long table set up with bowls and casserole dishes, five large speakers spread out around the area that were pumping out “Dr. Feelgood” by Motley Crüe, clusters of men and women milling around, drinking, laughing, talking loudly, and several pairs of eyes, all staring at her.
“Grab a beer, the meat’ll be done shortly,” Horde announced before turning and heading toward the grill, where Tornado was standing. Across the clearing, Sasha was throwing daggers at Tornado’s back, and Cilla wondered what happened there.
Mentally shrugging, she pushed down her anxiety and did what Horde suggested. She headed toward the nearest cooler, grabbed a beer, uncapped it, then took two long slugs of it before finally turning to see who all was there.
Seated at the picnic tables furthest from the food were Sasha, Tasha, Marci, Jaime, and Kiki, one of the official clubwhores who slept with whichever brother wanted her for the night. Or the hour. Currently, she was sitting in Disco’s lap, sucking on his neck. At the table next to them were Cluster, and Tony, who was one of the prospects. Beside him was a man Cilla remembered as Locust, then there was the club prez, Frost, a woman Cilla assumed was Frost’s wife, Emily, and beside her was another woman Cilla had never seen before. By the way the woman was staring adoringly at Locust, and the way Locust was throwing heated glances at the woman, Cilla could assume that they were there together. And the woman was a surprise—she was curvy, like Cilla, but taller, and she wasn’t made up like the club women usually were. She was dressed like a kindergarten teacher with a long, flowy skirt, a peasant blouse, and her hair was long and loose down her back. Cilla didn’t know Locust well, but she had seen him with several of the hang rounds at parties…they were nothing like the woman he apparently brought with him.
Stephie introduced the people at the table, though Cilla knew most of them on sight, and Cilla was correct, the woman, Nadia, was there with Locust and, apparently, they were…dating. Hmm. Interesting, but not interesting enough to keep Cilla from feeling a heavy gaze on her.
Standing beside another table was two other prospects, Tony Dos—because there were two Tony’s and this way there wouldn’t be any confusion when the brothers called for them—and Jimmy. Sitting at the table was another man Cilla had never met, but he was certainly memorable. He had a massive build, with nearly black hair that was long enough to cover his ears and curled at the bottom, his neck and arms were covered in tattoos, and he was wearing a black bandana with a white skull on it around his neck. He seemed the epitome of “dark, dangerous, and fuck around and find out.” His eyes were dark, intense, and they were pinned to her.
Who was that man and why was he looking at her like he wanted to peel away her skin to see her insides…and then paste the skin back on just to see if it would work?
Shuddering, Cilla followed Stephie to the table nearest the food and furthest from the glaring, clucking, blabbering sluts. She sat down, placed the half empty beer bottle on the table, then tried to breathe through the tension in her chest.
“Why did I agree to come to this? And what is the party for, anyway? This is a clearly a club party.” Her gaze flicked to Frost, then Cluster. “So why are you having it here instead of at the clubhouse?”
Stephie took a swig of her own beer before answering, “It’s just what Horde wanted.” She shrugged. “Also, there’s more space here for what he has planned.”
Stiffening at the weird promise in Stephie’s voice, Cilla only tensed further when she saw Jaime and her bitches approaching. They were in skimpier than normal clothes—if you could believe that—and they were all wearing matching sneers.
“I really shouldn’t be surprised that fat as fuck Cilla the Pig is sitting right next to the food. I don’t see why you don’t just sit at the end of the buffet table and lift it to your mouth. You can clear the whole thing in a matter of minutes,” Jaime teased cruelly, and her friends laughed like it was the funniest thing they’d ever heard.
“Shut the fuck up, Jaime. Everyone knows the only reason you’re here is because Sasha invited you. None of the brothers even want you here.”
Cilla arched a brow at her friend. Since when was Jaime persona non grata at club parties? As Patriot’s ol’ lady, she was basically club royalty. Stephie caught her gaze and gave Cilla a single, subtle shake of her head.
What in the world was happening?
“Food’s ready!” Horde bellowed, which made the men at the other table lurch to their feet, and hurry to grab their plates and fill them with what looked like ribs and chicken legs.
“You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, bitch,” Sasha spat, crossing her arms over her barely there top, which only forced her tits up higher. A stiff breeze would render her top useless. “Jaime belongs here, and once Patriot gets here, you’ll see for yourself, when he gives Jaime his property kutte.” Smug as hell, Sasha smirked at Cilla, who’d gone from overheated with humiliation to cold as ice with horror.
Patriot was coming.
And he was going to present Jaime with his property kutte.
Tonight.
With Cilla sitting right there to witness it all.
