So, for the next couple of hours, Abriana ate pizza and changed into all different outfits that Raven loved. She didn’t like most of them, but she didn’t say anything to her new friend. She didn’t even know if she could call the other woman a friend.
All of her life she’d been on her own, and she knew she couldn’t trust anyone, not with her family’s secrets or with her life. In her world, you trusted no one, not even your fellow women.
Chapter Six
Ugly Beast was nursing a bad fucking headache. It was so bad he held a bag of peas to his head. After doing the meetup last night with Ortiz, he’d come back to the clubhouse and just drunk himself into oblivion. He had no choice but to drink until he passed out. Thinking about his wife and Raven together was enough to make any man’s dick shrivel up. Not Abriana, of course. Raven, though, that girl was a law unto herself. Some of the guys didn’t even know how she became a member of the club in the first place. They only knew they initiated her into the club.
He knew.
His memory wasn’t so short.
Raven was a fucking fighter and loyal to the club. She had earned her patch long and hard, taking shit from the brothers at every single turn when she was a prospect.
“There a reason you defrosting my peas?” Smokey asked.
Ugly Beast pulled a few dollars out of his jeans. “Now they’re my peas.”
Smokey laughed. “I got a call last night from one of our guys.”
He stared at his president, waiting.
“They said Garofalo has eyes on the club. They don’t know who or what, but they’re watching.”
“You think it’s Abriana?” Ugly Beast asked.
“I don’t know who it is, but I want you to get every single person here checked. I want to know who they are, where they came from.”
The club was known for their parties, and like all parties, there were always a few hangers-on. It wouldn’t take him long to identify the newbies and get all the intel on them.
“It can’t be your wife, Ugly,” Smokey said.
“Why not? She’s new here.”
“Exactly, I don’t see her around the club, and if Raven had any reason to doubt her, she’d be all over her. We can count on Raven to sniff out the pieces of shit.”
He couldn’t argue with the man, but still, if Garofalo was to try to get information on them, why not use his wife? She was Vigo’s daughter, and like he knew, they were close fucking buddies.
As if mentioning Raven had conjured her out of thin air, she walked through the clubhouse door. She looked like fucking fire and ice. He saw she was looking for someone. Whoever it was, he felt sorry for them. She was famous for kicking ass, and the look on her face told him she was out to start a fire.
Her gaze locked on his, and now he wished he’d stayed in his fucking room. She stormed up to him, and several of the guys looked really fucking happy about that.
“You going to kill her fucking father?” Raven asked, slamming her hands on the table.
“You spend one night with her and already you want to kill someone?” Smokey asked.
The president should have kept his mouth shut.
“You saw the bruises on her?”
“No.”
“Then you don’t get a say. President or not, she’s one of ours, and if you saw them, you’d be pissed.”
“I already gave the fucker a warning,” Ugly Beast said. This conversation was not helping his headache in any way. Raven was only reminding him of how much he wanted to kill her father.
“Really? A warning. Wow, let’s everyone call the cops here. He got a fucking warning.”
“Raven, enough,” he said.
“You know what, if that had been me, he wouldn’t have his dick. Just saying.”
Smokey grabbed her arm, and right in front of the brothers, he dragged her into his office. Ugly Beast didn’t want to follow. His day was already going to shit, and right now, he didn’t want to have to deal with a screaming bitch.
Still, he got up out of his seat and made his way over to Smokey’s office.
“Get the fuck off me,” Raven said.
Smokey tossed her onto the nearest sofa; one that probably had so much bodily fluid Ugly Beast opted to stand.
“You want to go screaming your mouth off about the unfairness of shit, you can leave my club.”
“Abriana is club property,” Raven argued right back.
“She’s my property,” Ugly Beast said. “She’s my wife.”
“You will keep your fucking mouth shut because that is what we need.”
“I don’t like this.”
“Boo-fucking-hoo. I don’t give a shit what you like or don’t like, Raven. This is club business. Abriana is club business. Her family has connections. She’s our tie to them, and through them we deal with business.”