Page 11 of Indecent Lies

“So, is your boss around?”

Chains looked at him through a plume of smoke coming off the cigarette hanging from between his lips. He was pretty young for a VP, most probably Texas’ age of nearly thirty. Talk was he was tight with his own secrets.

“You looking to switch clubs?” He cackled.

Ah, so they hadn’t heard he was no longer aSouls.

That made sense now why Lawless emailed him.

“I got word you have something belonging to me.”

To an outsider it would be slightly deranged to lay claim to a woman, and a woman he hadn’t clapped eyes on since she had tiny teen tits and a crush in her eyes.

But this was a whole other world where if you didn’t lay claim to something, it could be easily taken and Texas wasn’t about to get walked all over by these misfits.

He might not be a fighter like Tag or a brawler like Snake and Preacher. And hell no he was not a down and vicious killer like Hawk or Lawless, but he’d learned some things over the years from his club brothers.

About intimidation and power.

As far as this club knew, he was still a Renegade Souls member and that title alone carried weight.

He arched an eyebrow at their VP as to if to say he was tired of waiting.

“The fuck? You’re the Tait guy?”

“Yeah. Now can I fucking see Axel, or do we have a problem?”

Chains cackled again and stubbed out his cig. “Nah, bro. We good. Come on, he’ll be glad to see you. Didn’t have a fucking clue it was you though.” Then he added. “Your girl is something else…”

Not easily provoked to violence, there were certain aspects that would have Texas throwing out fists and one of those reasons was the harm of any woman.

“She better be untouched.” He warned in a low shuddering voice.

As if by fate, chance or even kismet, right as he rounded a corner into their main area, full of men, booze, a loud TV and a lot of voices, he caught a glimpse of brown hair and then startled green eyes.

There was no way that arresting woman was the same Penelope Astor he’d once known.

Absolutely no fucking way.

But the way she rounded her wide eyes to resemble a stunned rabbit and then unfolded her legs from the couch and almost tripped over her own feet to race across the floor, he had a feeling he was looking at the newly grown up Penelope who he always called Poppy.

Something low in his gut tightened as he scraped his eyes over the too tight jeans, accentuating how full and rounded her hips were and the tank top fitted to her upper body like a second skin, showing her nipples through the white material. Her tits firm and high, also braless. She had her brown hair loose around her shoulders, flawless skin lightly dusted in a tan. And a giant diamond rock dangled off her left hand.

That explained the wedding gown.

Well, not fucking really, but it showed she was at least engaged.

Where the fuck was her man then?

Where were the Astor’s? They had more money than sense.

The last he knew; her father’s hedge fund was thriving.

He never wanted to keep up with gossip from back home, but somehow he always found himself looking up his old town sometimes online.

“Tait,” she whispered reverently just a few feet away from him, “you came…”

That same tugging burned in his belly the longer their gazes locked and Texas had to harden his stare as well as his jaw.