“You do whatever work you can online, you hang out here for a bit, okay?” he says, his eyes softening.
“What am I meant to do here?” I ask him.
“You’ll find your place. Some of the old ladies are nice women,” he says, smiling.
“Some?”
“You picked up on that, hey?” he comments, chuckling.
“I’m a lawyer, what do you think?” I say dryly, causing him to laugh harder.
“Not yet you aren’t,” he points out.
“Whatever,” I sigh.
“What kind of lawyer are you going to be?” he asks, eyes still dancing with amusement.
“Criminal,” I say, raising an eyebrow at him. I don’t really know if I’m going to be a criminal lawyer yet, I just say it to annoy him.
“Is that so,” he says, grinning like a damn fool.
“What the hell is so amusing?” I snap, narrowing my eyes on him.
“Club could use a good lawyer,” he says, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
“Oh, hell no!” I say, lifting my finger and poking him in the chest.
“Did you just poke me?” he asks, looking like he’s about to start laughing again.
“Yes, what’s it to you?” I ask belligerently.
“How would you like it if I poked you?” he asks, trying to keep a straight face.
“You already did, you ass**le! That’s how I got pregnant!” I yell in his face.
This time, the laughter doesn’t subside. He falls onto the bed, clutching his stomach like a damn kid. The door suddenly opens, two rough looking men standing there. Both are wearing leather vests telling me they are part of the MC.
“What the f**k,” Dex snaps at their entrance.
“You all good in here?” one man asks. He looks to be in his late thirties with brown hair and eyes. He has a beard which, I’m not going to lie, he pulls off nicely.
His eyes find me and narrow slightly. “Who’s this bitch?”
“This bitch would be Faye,” I answer in the same tone. How f**king rude.
“I wasn’t asking you, I was asking Sin,” he replies in an annoyed tone. “Learn your place around here, and fast, little girl.”
Okay, what a jerk.
“Arrow,” Dex warns. “Faye is under my protection. No one so much as breathes in her direction, you got it? And you can pass that on. I know you f**kers like to gossip.”
At least he was standing up for me. Arrow scowls but doesn’t say anything.
Kill them with kindness.
“Nice to meet you Arrow,” I lie, ignoring his look of surprise. I then turn to the next guy. He has dark hair and eyes, a scar across his neck. It looks like someone sliced him with a knife.
“Irish,” he says with a slight accent.
“Nice to meet you Irish,” I say, nodding my head at him. They both look at me like I’m crazy, and I probably am. Good manners were instilled in me, it’s really not my fault.
“Why do they call you Arrow?” I find myself asking. “Do you have an arrow tattoo?” I search what I can see of his body for any signs of it.
Silence, then laughter.
“What the hell is so funny?” I ask, looking between them in confusion.
Arrow leans against the door and stares at Dex.
“What?” Dex replies, no trace of laughter on his face.
Arrow shrugs, and then looks at me in a new light. “Can’t remember the last time I heard you laugh like that Sin.”
Dex scowls. “Is there anything else?”
“No, we just wanted to meet your baby mama,” Irish says, looking completely amused.
I wiggle my fingers at them.
“Oh darlin’,” Irish says, “You are way too good for him.”
“Get the f**k out you two,” Dex growls, sending a glare in their direction. They leave, and I can hear their laughter down the hall.
I turn to Dex. “Do I have to call you Sin now?” That’s going to take some time getting used to.
“If you want to,” he says, laying back on the bed. His t-shirt rides up a little, showing off his toned stomach. It should be illegal to look this good. He finds me staring but doesn’t say anything about it.
“I think it would be weird calling you anything other than Dex,” I admit quietly.
“Few things you need to hear. Your actions reflect on me while you’re here. Respect the other guys, respect me in front of the other guys. You can get mouthy when we’re in private, I kind of like that,” he says with a wink.
“So you want me… to not be me in public?” I gape, gritting my teeth.
“No. Not at all—”
“Fine, I’ll try to keep the browbeating to a minimum. In public anyway,” I joke.
“Anything else I should know?”
“You’re lucky I know what that mouth can do. It’s worth putting up with your shit for,” he says, amusement dancing in his eyes.
I narrow my eyes on him. “You better not say stuff like that in front of the others!”
“Why not? Sex isn’t some secret thing around here. You’ll learn that quickly, don’t worry.”
“No one is going to…”
“Nothing will happen here that you don’t want,” he says, the tension in the room reaching an all-time high. “Yes, the men enjoy women and regularly, but all the women are consenting. We’re not monsters Faye.”