Repo (The Henchmen MC 4)

"Good," I said, eying the other set of bunks that were open on both sides. That was too exposed. Especially in an area that was going to be hostile for me.

"Moose will adjust," Renny said as I looked at the piles of burst-open, overflowing duffel bags full of clothes on the floor.

I leaned back against the bunk beds, crossing my arms, and giving him a small smile. "No he won't."

"Hey, can't blame a guy for trying to be comforting," he said, giving me a sweet smile. He sat up suddenly, kicking in the footrest. "Can I ask you why you want to put yourself through what I think we both know you're going to go through to get in here?"

"Would you ask Duke or Moose or Fox that?"

"No, but they won't be putting up with extra bullshit like you will."

I shrugged a shoulder. "I have thick skin. I'll be fine. I, like the rest of you, just want to be part of something I guess."

"Sure, Violet. Whatever you say," he said, shaking his head at me like he could see right through the lie. "You better get a move on. Repo will boot your ass if you're late for the meeting."

With that, I nodded and tore up the stairs, slowing my pace once I got into the great room as to not draw too much attention to myself.

I walked past Reign, Cash, and Repo as they leaned against the bar. I lifted my chin as I moved past, grabbing the door, hauling it open, and almost running into a giant wall of lumberjack biker.

Yes, lumberjack biker.

That was literally the only appropriate way to describe the man.

He was six and a half feet tall and about five million feet wide and a thousand pounds of solid muscle. He had dark hair that was neatly trimmed with a long, full beard, and light honey-colored eyes.

His head jerked back for a second before he stepped inside, making me take a step back. "Woman," he said, nodding his head at me and moving inside.

Well, that was Wolf.

I knew from my research that Wolf was a lot of things: The Henchmen MC road captain, Reign and Cash's best friend, a vicious, violent killer, and a man of very, very few words.

I let myself out through the open front gates, got on my bike, and headed back to the motel. Once inside, I grabbed the burner phone I bought the day before and charged up as I moved around my room, and typed in the number for K's office.

"K.C.E Boxing Emporium," Shelly's hospitality-pleasant, but slightly cool voice answered.

"Vermont," I said and there was a slight pause as she looked through paperwork.

"Hold for K," she said and there was only a small silence before the line picked up again.

"Maisy," K's smooth voice met my ear, sounding a little winded and I imagine he had been training. He usually was. "How'd it go?"

"I'm in. Just barely. Reign didn't want me," I said, holding a handful of panties with a feeling of ridiculous insecurity. I grabbed an old tee and stuffed the undies inside, then wrapped them up out of sight then stuffed the whole of it at the very bottom of my bag.

"You convinced him?"

"No. There was a woman there. Cash's woman. And she got pissed that they were going to turn me down and then she went into the compound and got Reign and Wolf's women and they all threw such a fit that Reign got sick of it and let me in."

There was a second of silence. "That won't help you beyond this point. If I know anything about these guys, you're in for a tough ride. They don't want a woman in their ranks so they are going to do everything in their power to get you to quit."

"Yeah," I agreed, feeling a pit of uncertainty settle in my belly.

"Maisy, you need to focus. Stop stressing out. This is what we trained for. This is not a choice. This is a necessity for your safety."

"I know," I said, my voice decidedly defeated-sounding.

"Maze," his voice held warning.

"I am going to do what it takes to gain the trust of the members. I am going to gain the favor of Reign and I am going to get a patch that guarantees my present and future safety," I recited.

"Because if you don't..."

"If I don't, they might find me."

"And if they find you..."

"They can't find me."

"Because if they find you, you are going to die Maisy," he said, his tone even. It was brutal, but it was true. K wasn't in the business of sugar-coating facts or handling you with kid gloves. That wasn't why you went to him. You went to him because there was nowhere else to turn. You went to him because he was who you went to when there was no hope. He was the one person who was willing to take on the lost causes and dedicate his time to giving us a chance.