But this new guy... I wasn't sure.
There was an aura of authority to him when he spoke to the probates. But there was also a sort-of laid-back quality to him as well. He was attractive and carried himself in a way that suggested he was aware of that fact, but not ruled by it.
But that was all I got.
I couldn't tell you if he was an important member of the bike gang. I couldn't tell you if he was attracted to me or if he found my presence amusing just because I pushed the probate's buttons or because he genuinely liked a woman with a little spunk.
"He's an asshole," I said on a shrug.
"True," he said, shrugging. "But this isn't exactly a gentlemen's club, honey."
"Don't honey me," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Why do you want to see Reign?"
"That's my business."
"If it involves him, it involves the club. And club business is all our business."
"What's going on, Repo?" a deep, masculine, sexy voice asked and I looked behind the guy, Repo, to see another man walking up, older, darker and more dangerous-looking. It took all of, say, point-zero-one seconds to realize that he was Reign, the president of The Henchmen MC. Also, a gun runner and a lethal son of a bitch if what K said was true.
Repo waved a hand out to me and Reign's light green eyes fell on me, taking me in quickly in an almost clinical way.
"Hi," I said, feeling dumb, but needing to say something.
"What can I do for you, babe?" he asked, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
I exhaled the breath that felt trapped in my chest.
Here went nothing.
"My name is Maze and I'm your newest prospect."
The silence after my declaration was deafening. Well, save for the pulse that was whooshing as loud as a hurricane through my ears.
Reign's head actually jerked back slightly, taken by surprise no doubt.
I wasn't stupid. I knew women weren't allowed in biker gangs, almost as a rule. It just wasn't done. MCs were about brotherhood. Meaning, no sisters. Meaning, we were, as a sex, relegated to the status of clubwhore or old lady and that was it. We spread for you and fetched you beer and never, ever, interrupted you when you spoke or showed you any disrespect whatsoever.
"You're fucking with me," was Reign's response a couple long seconds later.
"No, I'm not fucking with you. If dipshits like Moose can get a chance, I don't see why I can't."
"Dipshits like Moose, huh?" Reign asked, a sexy grin toying with his lips as he brought a hand up to stroke his cheek.
"Yeah, I..."
The sound of another bike cut off my response as I turned to see the bike park next to mine, two people on top. Driving was a man. He was tall and a lean kind of strong with colorful tattoos and blond hair that he left long on one side of his head and shaved to a buzz cut up the other. He had dark green eyes and unmistakable bone structure that looked just like his brother's. Cash, Reign's younger brother and also the vice president.
He got up, giving me a charming as all hell smile as he slung an arm around the hips of the woman who had ridden up with him. She was tall and leggy with a killer rack, long blond hair, and brown eyes. There was something about her. I wasn't sure if it was the way she carried herself or the depth of her eyes or what, but it was as if everything about her screamed: I can handle myself.
"Who is this?"
"This is Maze," Reign said, waving a hand at me. "And she thinks she is going to be our next probate."
Thinks.
That didn't slip by me.
And, judging by the way the blond woman's eyes narrowed slightly, it didn't slip by her either.
"Thinks?" she asked, angling her head toward Reign, raising a brow at him.
"Oh, shit," Repo said, a boyish smile toying at his lips, making his eyes do that dancing thing again.
"Yeah, Lo," Reign said, seemingly unaware or just unconcerned by the way she had straightened and pulled away from Cash.
"Are Janie and Summer in there?" she asked, moving toward the gate, not so much as pausing so that Reign and Repo both had to scramble out of her way before she plowed into them.
I looked over at Cash, maybe a little charmed by the huge smile he had on his face as he watched his woman storm away. "Is it a good or bad thing if Janie and Summer are in there?" I asked him, dropping my voice a little low, not particularly wanting Reign or the Repo guy to hear.
"Depends on where you stand, sweetheart," he said as he tucked his hands into his front pockets. "For Reign... I'd say he's in for a world of shit if the girls club put their heads together about this."