Page 136 of The Saviors: Part One

“Come on. I’ll introduce you to everyone. Gray’s inside with Micah getting the food ready for the grill.” She starts naming everyone off, and I know there’s no way I’ll be able to keep up with all these names. “Don’t worry. I know it’s overwhelming at first,” she whispers, and I instantly like her.

“Come sit over here at the cool kids table,” a beautiful redhead calls out.Bridget.She’s sitting with Alessa, the leader of the Italian mafia.How the hell did I get here in life?

Axel nudges me with a smile. “They don’t bite. Go make friends, Cupcake.” He kisses me softly and leads the rest of my guys to another table.

“Holy shit,” Bridget says. “Did my eyes deceive me?”

“Bridget,” Evie groans. “Give her a chance to adjust before you start grilling her.”

I sit down with a laugh. “It’s okay.”

“You might regret saying that,” Alessa says. “She’s like a dog with a bone.”

“You guys aren’t any better,” Bridget argues, then looks at me. “I need details.”

“Of course you do,” a dry voice says, and I look up at the most gorgeous pair of gold eyes I’ve ever seen. “I brought you something to drink, Beautiful.” What did they say his name is?

“Thanks, Zane,” Alessa says. He kisses her forehead and joins another group.

“Okay. Details,” Bridget says again, making me laugh.

“What kind of details?”

“Mr. Tall, dark, and broody just laid claim in front of everyone. Sean already spilled most of it to Gabriel, so I need the rest.”

“Can you let her breathe?” Evie laughs. “You don’t have to tell us anything you don’t want to because we literally just met.” She gives Bridget a pointed look, making Bridget roll her eyes.

I shrug, instantly relaxing around them. “It’s new. Like all of it.”

Alessa leans forward, bracing her arms on the table. “Nolan?”

“Oh! That’s a fantastic question!” Bridget exclaims. I feel my cheeks heat, and her eyes latch onto it. “That’s a yes.”

“We don’t…we haven’t…” I sigh. “I don’t know.”

“Firefly! Help!” I flip around and see one of the twins putting the guy with blue hair in a headlock.

“Alexey, why are we killing Caden?” she asks.

“Cause he’s an asshole,” Alexey growls.

“Tell us something we don’t know, but why?” Bridget retorts.

“Tell her, Lover boy.”

Caden starts laughing, and Alexey tightens his arm, making him wheeze. “I didn’t do anything!”

“Your laugh tells a different story,” Alessa says.

“Let him go, Alexey.” He locks dark eyes on her but lets his arm drop.

“Bitch,” Caden laughs, slaps him on the ass, and takes off running, Alexey hot on his heels.

“I’m glad I’m not the only one who deals with that,” I laugh.

Alessa snorts. “We’re surrounded by children pretending to be grown men. Wait until you meet Gage.”

“What about Gage, Pretty girl?”