Chapter 11

A take-no-prisoners, badass woman who never let anyone even look at her sideways… let her coworkers talk to her like absolute shit.

The fuck was that about?

I had no idea, and then I was being ushered into the back with the men while Naomi sat in the front, watching my dog like he was planning on charging her or something.

I sat there, saying very little, as the Peter guy prattled on and on and fucking on about their experience and

And, at the end of it, I came to the conclusion that I didn’t trust a damn one of them to handle my shit.

Hope, though? With her biker daddy and her biker uncles and her aunts that did all sorts of illegal shit?

She could be trusted.

Besides, it was funny as fuck to watch those men’s faces fall when I demanded it be Hope.

If there was one thing I’d learned in life, it was that it was satisfying as hell to take a person of power down a peg or two.

With that, I walked out, a smile tugging at my lips as I walked Val down the street with me to order som