Free Midnight Jasmine (Devil's Hornets MC Book 1) by Kathryn Thomas Page B

gang?”
     
    “It’s a club. I just wanted to welcome you into the flock and find out why you never come by.”
     
    “You want to know why I don’t come to your motorcycle club? I’m sorry, Gina, I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
     
    “You’re telling me that you don’t know the man you’ve been dating for the last few weeks, who’s been encouraging everyone in the world to buy flowers in your shop, has put you under the Hornet’s constant protection and is the lead man in our pharmacy department?” Now the woman was somehow upset because she didn’t know any of this.
     
    “Pharmacy department?”
     
    “Oh that’s rich. How do you think a man like Stormy can make hundreds of thousands of dollars a year? I don’t know how you caught him when there have been so many others before you that seem more like his style, but you have. If you want to believe your man isn’t selling drugs to the masses for The Devil’s Hornet’s, fine. I’m sorry to have interrupted your fairy tale.” Gina gave her a narrow look and walked away, and Natalie no longer felt like going to the bathroom; she felt like screaming.
     
    How in the hell did she, a woman who avoided drug dealers like the plague, end up with the biggest one in the Devil’s Hornet’s… a motorcycle gang. What the fuck?
     
    When she exited the bathroom, she could tell by the look on Jack’s face that he’d seen the woman who’d spilled all the beans in the bathroom.
     
    “We need to talk,” she told Jack when she reached him. Drained, that was how she felt. It was like the bottom had been pulled out from under her, and she had been so high when she went into the bathroom that the drop felt fatal.
     
    “Let’s go.” It seemed like his voice hardened, and he’d morphed into another person. He led the way out of the opera house, and she followed behind him.
     
    She didn’t know what to think, but she knew one thing for sure: what Gina had told her in the bathroom was the honest to goodness truth. Fuck a duck.
     

 
     
    CHAPTER ELEVEN
     
    As soon as he saw Gina come out of the bathroom and she gave him the death glare, he knew the gig was up. That woman had the biggest mouth, but she was the president’s old lady so no one could say anything to her or about her. She knew all the secrets and had no filter.
     
    He was walking in front of Natalie, just wanting to get to the car before they started this conversation. There were times when he wanted to stop the double life he was leading and other times he just wanted to keep the peace for a few more minutes. Now that he could see a possibility that this thing with Natalie could be over, he was pissed. Maybe if he’d have told her himself, he wouldn’t have to look at the betrayal that was in her eyes.
     
    When they got in the car, she sat looking out the window. He took a breath to explain himself, and although she didn’t know this, it wasn’t something he normally did… for anyone. For her, he would bare himself because he knew what it felt like to be let down, and the fact that it was him who did that made him sick.
     
    “Just give me a minute,” she said with a voice that sounded hollow and pained.
     
    “Alright.” The drive home was nothing like the drive to the event, and he missed the teasing looks and demeanor she portrayed. It wasn’t just the sex. Being with her doing normal things like watching television, whether it was discussing something on the news or playing on of those game shows and keeping score, was fun. She was someone he wanted to be with.
     
    When they pulled up to her house, he was convinced that it was over. She hadn’t said a word or looked over in his direction, but he was going to talk this over with her. If she didn’t want to continue with the way they were going after she knew who he really was, he couldn’t complain about that.
     
    She got to her couch and flopped down like a balloon with a slow leak, and he sat down next