Page 342 of The Tempted
I closed my eyes and slammed the palm of my hand against my forehead.
Really, there is no other way to describe me. I have no fucking idea why I asked her to come to my patch party.
“You want me to come to your party?”
Yes.
No.
Blackie handed me another shot. The man was on a fucking mission, I’ll give him that.
“I’ve got to go but yeah, sure, why not?” I said in a hurry. “So maybe I’ll see you later?”
“I don’t know, Riggs,” she said.
Good. Good. Maybe she won’t come.
But a part of me, a real small part, actually wanted her there. I just had no fucking idea why. Not a clue.
“Detour. You come tonight and this could be it, Kitten,” I said, realizing I got my patch and lost my fucking brains.
“I’ll see. If I don’t come, though, have a great night,” she responded. “Bye Riggs,” she said before ending the call.
“I just fucked up,” I said out loud, staring at my phone.
“What’d you do this time?” Bones asked, lighting up a freshly rolled joint.
I snatched it out of his mouth and took a heavy pull.
“I just invited Bianci’s sister to my pussy party.”
I left out that the fact that if I had to choose between the club whores that would swarm this place tonight or my Kitten, hands down I would choose the girl next door with the gorgeous eyes and sexy glasses.
Glasses.
I thought glasses were sexy.
Yeah, I really lost my fucking mind.
“What?” Mia asked, as I stared at my phone.
“He was patched into the club,” I said automatically.
“Yeah, I don’t know what that means,” she counted, shaking her head.
I turned to her.
“It means he’s a full fledge member. It means he gets a vote, it’s everything to a man like him,” I explained.
I remember when my brother became amademan. I remember the black suit he wore, the scent of his cologne, and how he wore entirely too much hair gel. But, what I remember the most, is the look in his eyes when he kissed my cheek before he left. They were full of pride, thinking he had made it in life, that he finally had everything he ever wanted. He didn’t know every word of his oath was another piece of his soul he handed the Devil. Anthony didn’t realize until he lost everything he ever wanted, until he lost Adrianna and their baby.
I didn’t know if being a member of a motorcycle club was anything like being a man of the mob but if it was, if there was any resemblance at all, I hope Riggs knew what he was doing.
“Mazel to Riggs,” Mia offered.
“He invited me to his patch party,” I added, as I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to figure why he did that. I was pretty sure there would be a shitload of women there so why invite me?
“Did you say a party?” she asked, dropping her magazine on the coffee table.
