Page 55 of Wizard's Spitfire
“You like the outfit?”
“I’ll show you how much I like the outfit a little later.”
“Riley put it together and demanded I wear it.”
“I owe her a big thank you.”
“You can never go wrong with wine and chocolate as a thank you,” Riley says, giving Wizard a saucy wink.
“She could do better,” a deep voice says.
I turn to look at the newcomer. He is maybe an inch taller than Wizard, with thick dark hair cut short and brilliant blue eyes. His beard and mustache are neatly trimmed, and his eyes sparkle with mischief.
“Is that so?” I ask.
He nods his head and smiles. “It is. You can give me a chance. I don’t see a ring or a cut.”
Wizard growls. Literally growls at the man.
“Ryker, watch it. I don’t care if you're the Houston president. You’re messing with my woman.”
Ryker throws back his head and laughs, then slaps Wizard on the back.
“I’m only pulling your leg, brother. Seriously though, where do you guys find all these incredible women?”
Wizard puffs out his chest. “We’re good that way. Spitfire, this is Ryker. He’s the president of our Houston chapter. Ryker, this is Charlie, my girlfriend.”
“Nice to meet you,” I say.
“Believe me, the pleasure is all mine. If you get bored, you can always come to Houston,” he says with a grin and a wink.
Wizard pulls me closer to him. I hide my smile. I’m not so secretly thrilled he’s this possessive. He threads his fingers through mine, then tugs me away from Ryker.
“Forza tesoro, ho delle persone da presentarti.”
I go with him, waving at Ryker as my man leads me off to meet people. We stop in front of a group of men.
“Spitfire, these are a few of the guys from Baton Rouge. Chief, the president and cofounder of the Kings. Trinity, VP and co-founder. Bug, their IT guy. Hammer their Sergeant at Arms and Preacher.”
I shake each of their hands, surprised when half of them give me hugs. After a few minutes of chatting, Wizard drags me to get some food and something to drink. Tables laden with food line one entire wall of the massive bar. How cool is it to have a full-size bar inside of the clubhouse.
We load up our plates and find a spot to sit. Nitro, Lucia, Boomer and Olivia are sitting at the same table. The conversation flows easily as we all chat. I have just finished my first plate of food when Gambit steps onto the large stage in the corner of the bar. He taps the microphone.
“Brothers, prospects, please join me on stage.”
Wizard drops a quick kiss on my lips and heads up to the stage with the others. One by one all the Kings take the stage, including the Baton Rouge and Houston Chapters. Over fifty jean-clad, cut-wearing, tattooed bikers are standing on that stage now. That’s a fuck ton of hotness and testosterone.
“Tully, stand, front and center.” Gambit says.
I watch the young man move from the crowd to stand in front of Gambit.
“Papa, take his cut.”
Tully pales when they pull the prospect cut from his shoulders.
“Tully, you’ve prospected for us for over a year. It’s pastime we fucking change that horrible ass name and that ratty prospect cut.”
I watch as Blue hands Papa a bag. Papa takes a cut out of the bag and slips it over the prospect’s shoulders. I watch as Tully looks down at the name on this new cut. His face lights up.