A number of club girls have stopped in. How they knew we needed help, I’m not sure. I’ve noticed word just seems to spread and girls will show up on party nights. Some seem to show up early and genuinely want to help out. Others only show their faces long enough to lay claim on a brother before any other girls get to him. Which is an effort in futility. Most of these bikers don’t seem to be the type to be claimed by any one woman.

The kitchen’s being taken care of by a group of girls who seem to have arrived together. Angie has them set up in an assembly line, chopping vegetables and marinating steaks to be thrown on the grill later.

Shadow and Jigsaw work their way through the kitchen under the pretense of checking on the food. Well, I think that might be what Jigsaw actually came for since he helps himself to a little of everything.

“You’re going to get E-coli,” one girl warns him, bumping him out of the way with her hip. He spends some time flirting with her before moving on to the next girl.

Angie moves in closer, “I’ve got this covered. Just tidy up the rest of the place.” She glances over at me. “Uh, I mean have the girls help you.”

Unsure why she’s so nervous around me, I nod and head to the front room.

Shadow blocks my path out of the kitchen. His rat-like eyes turn even rattier as he scans my body. “You plannin’ to dress up tonight?”

It’s such an odd, creepy question coming from him, I don’t know how to answer.

I glance down at the LOKI T-shirt Z told me to wear to the clubhouse this afternoon and my jeans. “I don’t think what I’m wearing is any of your concern.”

“Sure, it is. You’re with our president.”

Fuck off, fucker.

Damn Z and his lecture on how important respect is to bikers. Although, I’d argue Shadow’s being pretty damn disrespectful to me, I wonder if the club would see it that way?

“Yo, Shadow,” Jigsaw calls. “We gotta go.”

“Be looking for you later, don’t disappoint.”

Fuck yourself right off a cliff.

I force a fake smile and almost jump ten feet in the air when he runs his hand down my back and over my ass.

That definitely can’t be acceptable behavior.

I turn to say something, but he’s already stalking toward the back door. No one’s looking my way so I’m not sure if anyone else saw what he did or not.

Still shaking, I continue into the living room. A group of girls waits for me. Oh, joy.

At least I recognize a few. Serena gives me a friendly smile as I approach. “Where do you want us to start?”

“I’m not sure yet.”