Bull (Kings of Mayhem MC 6)

TAYLOR

While my first week introduced me to all the Kings of Mayhem club members, the party they held on the weekend, introduced me to the Queens of Mayhem.

The party was for Nitro, the biker who was recently released from prison. Randy had already warned me the party could get sloppy.

The queens arrived late and sat at a booth across the room. Five strikingly attractive women who walked with confidence and a swagger in their hips that came with self-assurance. There was an air of untouchability about them. Something a little fascinating.

There were two blondes, two brunettes, and one with a halo of bright red curls. As soon as they took a seat, the bikers I knew as the Calley brothers, plus Ruger and Maverick, descended on the booth.

As the night wore one, I noticed how the club girls stayed away from them. There seemed to be a distinct difference between the two groups.

While the club girls favored scant clothing that left little to the imagination, the queens were sexy as fuck, without revealing too much skin. Although, their clothes were tight, sexy, and complete biker chic.

The first queen I met was Chastity, the baby sister to Cade, Caleb, and Chance, and wife to the formidable sergeant-at-arms, Ruger.

We hit it off the moment she approached the bar and ordered a round of beers.

“Hi there, you must be Taylor. I’m Chastity.” Her eyes twinkled and her smile was warm and genuine. “Ruger said Bull had hired a new bar girl. Welcome to crazy town.”

She was sweet and I immediately felt at ease with her.

“Thank you. What can I get you?”

“Four beers for my girls, and a Coke for me, please.” She rubbed her huge belly as she eased herself down onto the bar stool.

“When are you due?” I asked, flipping the tops off four beers.

“Not for another month, can you believe it? I’m already as big as a whale. Can you imagine how huge I will be in another four weeks?” She smiled as she fanned herself. “Ruger warned me that his mama had big babies, and her mama before her. I should’ve known this one was going to be big, too. Although, it kinda feels like this one is going to come out with a beard and be ready for college.”

Chuckling, I placed the four beer bottles on the tray in front of her. “You look gorgeous.”

She smiled. “You’re sweet, thank you. So, tell me, how was your first week? Has old Davey tried to cop a feel yet? I mean, he’s harmless but you have to let that big ol’ teddy bear know he can’t get away with being handsy.”

“Cherry warned me. And no, he hasn’t. Actually, they’ve all been really respectful.”

“That’s because my uncle warned them to keep their hands off you, or they’d have him to deal with.”

“He did?” The idea of Bull warning a room full of bikers to keep their hands of me made my skin flush and my belly tighten.

“I probably shouldn’t have told you that. Oh well, I can always chalk it up to pregnancy brain if he finds out.”

“Your secret is safe with me; I won’t tell anyone.” I gave her a wink and she rewarded me with a huge smile.

“You’re nice, I like you. I think we’re going to be good friends.”

“Thank you.”

“See…pregnancy brain. I just think something and it falls right out of my mouth.”

Grinning, I scooped ice into a highball and filled it with Coke and a piece of lime. I added it to the tray. “Want me to carry that for you?”

“Oh, hell no. Ever since he knocked me up, my husband treats me like a porcelain doll. Like I’m going to break if I show any signs of exertion. Carrying a tray of drinks is going to be a novelty for—”

Before she could finish, Ruger walked up behind her and took the tray from her. “Here, baby, let me take that for you.”

Chastity gave me a pointed look.

“See?” She shook her head. “It was nice to meet you, Taylor. When you get a break, come over and meet the girls, okay?”

Not long after Chastity walked away, a blonde in a barely there pink dress and sparkly diamond choker that spelled TIFFANI came over.

“You’re new,” she said, leaning two elbows on the bar.

“I started a few days ago,” I said, looking up from pulling two beers from the refrigerator.

“Wow, Bull really threw you in the deep end making you do a clubhouse party so quick.” She pulled a packet of cigarettes out of her handbag. “Speaking of which, I saw you talking to him earlier. How do you two know each other?”

Her eyes glittered across at me. Studying me. She was trying to work out how much competition I was.

“He offered me this job,” I said, uncapping two beer bottles and passing them to one of the band’s roadies.