What the hell was he doing here?
This wasn’t his scene. Was it?
Merde.
You paid back one little favor . . .
He’d paid that favor back tenfold by dealing with those demon twins, Royal and Baron.And now he found himself being invited to Sunday afternoon barbecues with Ink and all his friends.
He knew that Ink wanted him to move here. To settle down, work for him, maybe even join the Iron Shadows. His parents would roll over in their grave if he did that.
They’d never wanted him to become a member of the French Special Forces, either.
The only reason he’d started riding bikes had been to annoy them when he was a teenager.
He’d been such a jerk.
He didn’t actually own a bike anymore. It was difficult to have multiple vehicles when you didn’t have a home.
As he walked around the corner of the house, he stopped for a moment to take in everyone.
Duke was at the barbeque and the smell coming from it was, admittedly, delicious.
It wasn’t croissants and champagne.
It had been a long time since he’d been back to France. He’d lived in the United States so long that sometimes it was difficult to remember that it wasn’t home.
Although he could never get used to spray cheese.
Cheese should never come out of a can.
That should be a universal rule.
He glanced around. All the girls were sitting on chairs, and most of them had on jackets since it was still spring and there was a bit of a chill in the air.
He went through their names. Most of them he knew, some of them not as well as others, though.
Betsy. Sunny. Millie. Livvy. Jewel. Tabby. Greer. Emme.
Next to Duke at the grill was Ink.
Spike and Reyes were behind them, several steps back talking to Sav.
Then, closer to the girls, Jason and Razor were standing with Butch and Hack.
He wasn’t quite sure why he was here, though. He wasn’t a member of the MC.
“Yo, it’s Mr. Sleepy. What are you doing here, Frenchie?”
He groaned.
If he’d known they were going to be here, he might not have come. A long arm was slung around Matthieu’s shoulders as Baron leaned on him.
“I didn’t fall asleep,” he grumbled. “You drugged me!”
“Royal? Did you knowMon Copainwas gonna be here?” Baron asked.
“I did not.”
