Repo (The Henchmen MC 4)

"And for me?" I asked, wondering what the girls club was and how such a thing existed in the testosterone-centric world of outlaw biker gangs.

"For you, sweetheart, I think it means that you will be getting a shot to prove yourself whether Reign likes it or not."

I turned back toward the man in question just as the door to the compound opened and Lo reappeared flanked with two women. One was a gently curved redhead with freckles and gray eyes. The other was an incredibly short and thin woman with long black hair, blue eyes, and arms covered in tattoos. All of them were looking at Reign and each of them looked ready for a fight.

"Oh, shit," Repo said again, lips twitching for a minute as he took a step away from Reign as the women started to approach.

Reign closed the distance, obviously wanting to keep me out of whatever was about to transpire. But, I guess he didn't factor in that this 'girls club' was pissed and therefore not overly concerned about keeping their voices down. And then, I got to stand back and watch as the girls club leashed into not only Reign but the innocent Repo and Cash, each of them their own kind of angry, all of them yelling over one another. Reign stood there stoically while they raged, arms crossed over his chest, everything about him suggesting that he had no plans on bending.

But then the redhead moved away from the other women who were still yelling, got in close to Reign, put her hand on his upper arm and leaned up toward his ear. I swear the second she touched him, his body language softened slightly. His arms fell from his chest, one moving casually to rest on the woman's hip as the side of his face rested on the side of her head as he listened to whatever it was she was whispering to him.

At the display of what was, painfully obviously, some intimate kind of conversation between two people who seemed to love one another deeply, I felt a strange hollow, swirling feeling in my stomach that no amount of denying it could change what it was: longing.

To have that, to have a man as big and scary and stubborn as Reign obviously was lean into you and really listen to something that was important to you... what that must be like.

Then she turned her head slightly, kissing his scruffy cheek and moving away from him to rejoin the two other women who were still ranting. Reign watched his woman for a long moment before he looked at the others, shaking his head.

"Jesus fuck, alright already," he said, sounding both angry and defeated at once. "You want her to have a shot, fine. She has a shot. But she's not getting any special treatment. We're treating her just like we treat all other prospects," he said, slanting a look over at me that made me feel a little cold despite the fact that I was literally sweating down my legs underneath my leather pants. It was gross. "Repo, I need to talk to you for a minute," Reign said, not bothering to speak to me as he and Repo moved away back toward the clubhouse.

"Well, Maze," the black-haired tiny slip of a woman said, looking over at me, all traces of her anger gone in a blink, "welcome to The Henchmen MC. And the girls club. You don't need to prove yourself to us though. With hair like that, I'm pretty sure we'll all fucking like you."

I cast an uncertain look over at Cash who gave me another of his charming smiles. "Told you."

Before I could even figure out which of the new two women was Janie and which was Summer, the door opened again and Repo walked back out.

"Maze," he said, waving a hand, "you're with me. Let's go."

I took a breath and moved through the girls club to fall into step with him as he led me around the back of the compound in complete and utter silence.

So, yeah, K would be happy.

I got my spot in The Henchmen MC, notorious one-percenters, arms dealers, killers.

And, though they had no idea, my protectors.

Of course, I was only breathing easy because I had no idea at the time what being 'with' Repo would mean for me.TwoRepoShe was hot as shit.

Really, it came down to that initially. Call me a pig, call me a chauvinist, call me whatever, but fuck off if you think people don't notice your looks before they notice anything else about you. So when I walked up to the gates to see Moose and Fox having some kind of conversation with a woman who pulled up on a bike a minute or two before, I noticed first that she was on the tall side and fit, but with a fucking phenomenal ass. Her long, straight hair was dyed the darkest shade of purple possible which, aside from being a huge 'f-you' to societal norms, was hot as hell. Her face, well, it was pretty. She had a somewhat square chin, nice green eyes, and lips that just begged you to get a taste of her.