Page 18 of Savage Daddies
Poet turns to her wrist. “Who did this to you?”
“Your husband?” asks Wrangler.
Our jaws all harden simultaneously.
“No, I?—”
“Zoe.” I sharpen my eyes and glue them to her face.
Her dark eyebrows part, and it looks like she’s about to cry.
“OK.” She straightens out her features. “But if I tell you, it stays between us.”
“Agreed.” Poet steps forward.
“First, tell me what you guys are doing out here living with whores.”
“The whores live with us, sweetheart,” says Wrangler. “And this isn’t where we live. This is a clubhouse for the Venom Vultures Motorcycle Club.”
“So, you’re bikers?” Her eyes turn distant as soon as the question leaves her mouth.
“Yep,” says Wrangler.
Her gaze turns to Poet. “What about teaching?”
“I quit a few years back.”
“But you were such a good?—”
“OK,” I interject. “Sweetheart, you’re avoiding the question again. Tell us who burned you.”
She exhales, and then takes a seat at the foot of the bed. It’s such a simple movement, but there’s so much poise to it. She moves like a swan, elegant as ever, and it makes her look respectable, but humans aren’t supposed to move like this.
She doesn’t trust us.
Her shoulders have been tense this entire time.
“Felix Fernando.”
“You’re lying.” The accusation explodes out of my mouth, winning me a death stare. “Sorry,” I add immediately.
“You know Felix Fernando?” Wrangler widens his eyes.
“Shit.” Poet closes a hand around his mouth. “It was Felix Fernando who did that to you?”
“Felix Fernando is my husband,” says Zoe. “And I’d appreciate it if you stopped saying his name. I hear it enough.Felix Fernando this, Felix Fernando that.”
I almost can’t believe this girl is married to a billionaire.
Almost.
She’s drop-dead gorgeous, and billionaires always get first pick.
Although the guy isn’t much to look at, he’s a successful entrepreneur and household name in Vegas, a man who came from nothing. You think ofrags to riches, and think of him. He owns a real estate business, and three years ago he merged it with big-name casino owner Warren Warrington. Weird merger. Probably, the only reason they decided to merge was because of the alliteration.
No, it made sense for two of Vegas’ biggest businesses to collaborate and scale their money as one. Felix Fernando is the top dog, Warren his counterpart—the second-in-command guy who hides behind the scenes. He doesn’t attend red carpet events like Felix. Not like I watch them or anything. I don’t own a TV, or keep up with the media if I can help it. It’s all noise, and the reason men join the club is to get away from that noise. The only sounds that please our ears are revving Harleys and women reaching climax.
Although the latter hasn’t been doing much for me recently.
