Luck of the Devil (Ravens Ruin MC 2)

Beelining to the bar, I belly up and wait for the bartender to notice me.

“What can I get you?”

“Mojito, double rum, please.”

After placing my order, I turn and watch the small crowd of people. I don’t know where they parked, but everyone who’d normally be at the clubhouse on a Friday night is here. Even the hangarounds that I’ve seen on several occasions are gathered in small groups with drinks in their hands and shaking hips.

“Did you order already?” Zoe walks up to me and rests her forearms on the bar.

“This is the clubhouse.”

“What?” She leans in closer, cupping her ear so she can hear better over the blasting music.

“This is exactly like the damn clubhouse. Same people. Hell, they’re playing the same damn songs.” I can only listen to Cherry Pie so many times in my life, and my dad played shit like this over and over. He was always so damn coked-out all the time, I’m not sure he even remembered it. He acted like it was the first time each and every time it came on the radio.

A roar washes over the crowd just as the bartender is handing over my drink and asking Zoe for her order. The doors open and Boston, TJ, and Ronan enter like they’re the life of the damn party. Keeping my eyes trained on the door, I wait for it to open again, but Briar and Lynch never cross the threshold.

“Sister,” TJ says as he walks up and places a kiss on my temple before leaning close to Zoe to do the same thing. “Sister-in-law.”

Zoe, still not completely comfortable around TJ, takes a step back. “Where’s Lynch?”

I could kiss her for asking what I wanted to, more specifically where my brother’s best friend is rather than the club president.

“He and Briar are still in Detroit. Won’t be home for a couple more days.” TJ holds a finger up to signal the bartender, who, enamored by the look in his eyes, abandons Zoe’s drink order to take his.

“I hope you don’t plan on sticking around up here,” Zoe complains with her eyes still on her half-completed Long Island Iced Tea. “Service is shit for us when you bring out that smile.”

The backhanded compliment makes his lips turn up even higher.

“You said this was invite-only.” We all turn to see Legs standing near with her arms crossed over her chest. This poor girl. She isn’t going to last much longer if she doesn’t reel in this little jealousy streak of hers.

“It is.” TJ turns to face the crowd.

“Who is that?” Legs’s long slender arm points in the direction of the dance floor where a very pretty blonde girl is dancing all alone.

“How should I know?” TJ asks, but once his eyes are on her, he doesn’t bother to look back at Legs.

“I’ll tell her to leave.” TJ grabs her arm before she can even take a step.

“You’ll leave her alone.” The warning in TJ’s voice makes my own skin crawl.

“Okay.” Legs shrugs and runs her hand down his chest until she’s cupping his junk in her hand.

He doesn’t even acknowledge her because his eyes are back on the gyrating girl on the dance floor. Distracted, he doesn’t push her away either when he crosses the room to settle on a bench with her plastered to his side.

“She’s gonna be trouble.”

Tossing back my drink so fast my teeth hurt from the cold, I look over at Kai.

“It happens,” I mutter, flagging down the bartender for another drink.

“I imagine,” Kai agrees. “Can’t get this many good-looking guys around without a catfight or two.”

“Just a minute,” the bartender says as she stops to get Boston a drink before making her way to me.

“This bitch is helping all of the guys before us,” Kai whispers now that Cherry has finished sharing her Pie with everyone and the song is transitioning to a new one.

“Not for long,” I assure him as the smiling bartender tucks a twenty-dollar bill into her cleavage.

“What can I get you, doll?”

“It’s Princess,” I correct. Her eyes widen when I hitch my thumb in my friend’s direction. “Do you know who she is?”

“I’m Zoe,” my friend responds prematurely, holding her hand out for the bartender to shake, “It’s nice to me—”

Calmly, I lower Zoe’s hand before the bartender can shake it, but realization marks the woman’s entire face.

“Do you see the error in your way?”

“Meow,” Kai hisses with sassiness only he can get away with in a situation like this.

“I get that you feel the need to serve the guys first. They’re big bad bikers and set this whole thing up, but she is the most important person in here. If you can’t handle the traffic at the bar, you need to call in some extra help.” She swallows thickly, and I know I’m being a complete jerk, but this whole night was my idea, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to wait to be served.