Free Damaged & Dangerous: The Sacred Hearts MC Book VI by A. J. Downey Page B

flinching back from his looming presence.
    “Yeah, Man, it’s out here.” I got up and put
myself between them, subtle enough to keep Pig’s hackles from going up but
enough to cause some of the fear and tension to ease from the set of Dani’s
shoulders. “You done?” I asked her. She nodded and lifted the tray from her lap
feebly. I looked to Pig and jerked my head toward the door.
    “Might not want to get too close, my guy said
she could still be contagious through the end of the week.” Which was total
fucking bullshit and anyone with half a brain would know that, but I was
betting the only person in the club that would tell Pig to his face that he’d
been had, let alone laugh at him, was Griz. All the rest of them were either
afraid of his temper or would keep their laughter to themselves so they could
get off on it behind his back later.
    Dani’s eyes went real wide and Pig made a
disgusted noise and ducked back out into the hallway. I dropped the tray in the
kitchen and went to the workbench. I picked up the ring she had finished that
day, a gold band in the shape of a crown. She’d needed one last diamond for it
and had found the perfect sized one with the right cut in amongst the latest
lot of jewelry I’d brought her.
    I hadn’t wanted her working, but she promised
all she needed to do was set the one stone and polish the ring and she’d be
done, and she’d done exactly that. It still had taken her some time though. The
girl was absolutely precise and the result of her effort sat, stunning,
gleaming softly in the palm of my hand as I held it out to Pig. He picked it up
and held it up in front of his face, squinting at it. He smiled and gave a nod
then fixed me with a hard look.
    “You sleeping with her?” he demanded,
narrowing his eyes. Yes. But I was only sleeping, and I sure as hell
wasn’t going to tell him that.
    I blinked, put my thumbs through my belt loops
in the front of my pants, and gave the Suicide Kings’ VP a hard look. The thing
about most MCs, when they got a prospect, they look for certain traits.
Loyalty, an ability to keep their fucking mouths shut, a willingness to learn,
and a certain level of badass are all looked upon favorably. When it came to
The Suicide Kings, if it was one thing I’d picked up on quickly, was that they
prized a certain level of servitude. The guys they brought in tended to be
followers. Easily cowed to a certain extent. Non-threats to the upper echelon
of the club’s hierarchy, which was total bullshit and made for a weak ass club.
    I could see that I was being tested here but I
wasn’t one hundred percent on what exactly Pig was looking for. It was always
hard to tell, especially when you were dealing with a dude who was using as
much as him. I postured myself with that level of badass, nonchalantly, like I didn’t
give two fucks, my body language screaming sure, all right, you wanna throw
down? I’ll throw down. But I schooled my expression into lines of worry and
picked my words carefully.
    “Naw, man! I been out here the whole time.” I
gestured to the couch, which was still made up from when Doc was sleeping on
it. I’d been lucky. I had all kinds of excuses as to why Pig should have stayed
away while Doc was here but I hadn’t had to use a single one of them. Pig
really didn’t give two fucks about Dani except for her ability to generate him
cash, make him look good to his club and his Pres., and for when he felt like
fucking her. My reasons for wanting to bury this son of a bitch were growing
exponentially by the hour, never mind by the fucking day.
    He inspected the couch, which was made up like
a bed with the sheets and blankets I’d washed after I’d arrived while Doc had
treated Dani, and finally he nodded and sniffed.
    “You can have a taste if you want,” he said. I
felt my brows crush down into a frown. Was he for fucking real!?
    “Naw, man, that’s yer Ol’ Lady, ” I
stated and crossed my arms over my chest, tucking my