When we turn to leave him, Elena whispers, “I’m sorry. He means well. It’s part of his job to ensure the security of the club, so he has to know everything that’s going on. He might have more questions to ask you.”
My stomach twists, and I don’t know whether it’s from the alcohol or because I’ll be interrogated later.
Elena looks over, searching the room, and points to a chair near the lounge. “The younger one, getting a lap dance with his hat on backward, is Twitch. He’s really nice, and he’s their computer and all-things-technology expert.” He’s smiling as he gawks at the woman with the red thong grinding on his crotch.
I look away as I lift my hand to my heated cheek. I’m not used to everyone being so open with their sexuality. “He looks, ah, busy now. Can I meet him later?”
Elena giggles. “Sure.” She searches the room once more. “I can’t see the prospect around, but his name is Rage.”
“Oh, lovely,” I reply. Though the alcohol has released some tension, there’s still dread from the sound of his name.
Her brow furrows. “It’s weird. He’s not actually angry in person. I think he gets his name from the fighting competition that the MC hosts. Viper’s the one to stay away from. He’s the manwhore of the club. Oh, and avoid Demon, too.”
“Okay, I’ll stay away from them. Demon? The name sounds terrible. What’s he look like?” I ask so I can stay far, far away.
“Demon is the enforcer. You can’t miss him. He’s covered in tattoos and has a mohawk.”
At least Beau would never walk into this place with MC men living here.
“Demon’s the one that handles club business.” She hooks air quotes.
My head tilts to the side. “What do you mean by that?”
“Have you seen the one percent on their cut?”
“Yes, I saw it on Axle’s.”
“Do you know what it means?”
I answer with a clipped, “no.”
“It means they’re outlaws. They have their own set of values and laws.”
“Okay...” I gulp. “But I still don’t understand what that has got to do with Demon being a club member.”
“So normal people go to jail when convicted of a crime. In the MC, Demon gives out the punishment.” She doesn’t expand on that, and she doesn’t need to.
“Okay, got it. It’s a different world here.”
“It is,” she agrees.
I peek at Bomber again. “Is Demon scarier than Bomber?”
She laughs, and I gawk at her. “It depends on what you think scary is.”
“But they won’t hurt me?” I ask slower than usual.
She frowns and rubs my shoulder with her other hand. “None of them would hurt you.”
“And pretty boy?”
“Pretty boy?” she asks with furrowed brows. “Who’s that?” Her eyes widen, and she laughs. “That name suits him. That’s Viper, who I was talking about before. Don’t be fooled by his panty-dropping smile or smooth talking. He’ll try to get into your pants.”
“Noted. I saw some woman pulling him along the hallway upstairs.”
She rolls her eyes. “That’s a normal occurrence for all the men around here. Well, everybody except Jake and Bomber.”
After a moment, I laugh inappropriately. “If only Mom and Dad could see us now.”
