Page 11 of Not Your Romeo
Fuck me.
Grandpop…
I smirked, getting it together and raised my head up until I met her gaze, “No.”
I sobered a bit and shook my head to reconfirm before I raised my brows and abruptly stiffened my neck like I was weighing the truth of things, “Well, I mean you never know with them twins, I might could be?”
She swatted me and smiled despite her efforts to remain serious and scowl.
“You didn’t even want to kiss me.” Her soft tone drew my attention to her face again. She didn’t seem confused or hurt, it was almost like she was trying to work something out for herself that I really couldn’t put my finger on to help her with. “Then you ran your mouth in front of those younger bikers talking filthy about me.”
She shook her head in a slow, thoughtful manner.
“Dying to get into me,” she recalled, her voice sounding distant.
“Who says I’m not?” I grunted, causing her eyes to dart back to mine.
“You said that just to get away from Sean. He has your girlfriend, huh?”
The door popped open upstairs, but I ignored it, more amused and confused by her question.
“What?”
“Sammy.” She said the name all quiet like she wasn’t sure if I’d get angry at her for knowing it.
“Daughter. Sammy is my daughter. The eldest of my four children.”
She made a noise that sounded too much like a laugh for my liking.
“Nothing funny about that.” I sharply scolded.
“Henny is your VP, right? That’s what the girls at the college call him?”
I hesitantly nodded.
“Menace is in jail, or was… Do they call you Ziggy?”
Her sudden interest, or knowledge of my club made me itch a little. I stared at her, waiting for some indication of where all of these questions were going.
“That name mean something to you?”
“At the college– People talk,” She began to shrug with every other word the way Sauce did when he was guilty.
“Yeah. I don’t fuck college girls.” They didn’t have any reason to be talking about me down there. “That’s all Henny. Do you– Know Henny?”
I tipped my head, and pointedly lowered my voice. That bold little creature stared right back at me.
“Are you asking me if I’ve fucked your VP?” Of course, her voice rose a few notes when she asked that question.
I cleared my throat, and she shot off her seat and out the front door. I didn’t have anything better to do, so I went out after her.
I could see her inside the car and couldn’t help but smile when I found the driver’s door locked. I clicked the fob and let myself in causing her to huff and glare at me.
“I never met him. I only heard Henny’s name, just like yours.” She mumbled, staring out the passenger side window.
“Right,” I grunted, when I saw Henny pop out the front door.
It wasn’t a conversation I wanted to dwell on.
