Page 5 of Wrath’s Nightingale
“Have you heard of club bunnies?” Tawny asks.
I nod my head. “Only in books and TV.”
“We’re something similar but different,” Athena adds.
Chapter 3
Wrath
Ican’t tell by the expression on Millie’s face how she takes the news about Tawny and Athena. Her expression doesn't change, and her voice remains even.
“If you don’t mind my asking, how did you become a doll for the Kings? And the two of you are in a relationship with each other? How does that work?”
Good girl.She’s asking questions instead of assuming. That’s another box checked for wifey material. Not that she didn’t already check every box for my fantasy woman.
“Tawny and I are a couple. We’re both bisexual and don’t consider sleeping with men cheating if the other knows about it,” Athena begins.
“We don’t sleep with other women. But we will play with other women in each other’s presence,” Tawny finishes.
“Define play?” Millie asks.
“Above the waist stuff,” Athena says with a smile.
Millie nods her head.
“As for why we became dolls,” Tawny says.
“We both like sex with men, but don’t want relationships. The club provides an apartment and pays our college tuition,” Athena adds.
“That makes sense. To be honest, I’ve always wondered. You hear such horrible rumors about motorcycle clubs. I know from Nay that the Kings are good guys. I know her story. Maybe I’m just a nosey bitch,” Millie finishes with a laugh.
Tawny and Athena laugh. “We don’t mind. Thanks for not judging.”
“Not my place to judge,” Millie says with a smile. “Do you two want to help us eat all of this? I may have gone overboard.”
“We could use a break,” Tawny says.
We spend the next half an hour talking and eating before the dolls excuse themselves.
“I should really get back to helping, too.”
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Gambit says over the loudspeakers.
I turn my attention to the stage and my President. Willow sits back down.
“My beautiful wife has the name of our winner and grand prize.”
The crowd cheers and roars. When they handed you a card, it was noted down at each stop. Stormy steps up to the mic. She waves a clipboard.
“We’ve put together all your hands. The winner with a royal flush is Wrath.”
I hear Millie gasp. I smile at her and stand up to make my way to the stage.
“Congrats, Wrath.”
“Thank you, Nightingale.”
Before she can question the nickname, I head to the stage. The crowd cheers. My brothers are the loudest, of course. I wait until the cheering dies down to a dull roar.