Free Hunted (Dauntless MC Book 1) by Suzanne Steele Page A

Scooter assured him. “Do you know where he is?”
    “No, that’s the problem and I won’t be at peace until I do.”
     

Across town, the girls were doing some dancing of their own. “Come on, girl, and let me show you how to make a real margarita.” Raven pulled Grace behind her into the large kitchen compound. Grace didn’t care, and hadn’t even thought about it, but Raven’s acceptance of her sent a message throughout the club—an unwritten code of acceptance. When the president’s old lady accepted you, then you were automatically accepted by all of the other old ladies.
    Raven eyed Grace as she stood on the other side of the kitchen counter making her famous concoction in the blender. “Never thought I would have a highfalutin lawyer for a best friend.”
    For some unknown reason, Grace’s heart swelled with pride as she looked at the sister she never had.
    “So what the fuck does a woman like you, a professional woman such as yourself, see in a bunch of reject motherfuckers like us?” Raven asked as she placed the frozen beverage in front of Grace.
    “Family,” she answered with no hesitation.
    “Yeah, you said you were raised by a single mom after your dad took off. On another note, do you think this psycho who escaped will come after you?”
    “I don’t see any reason he would. We have no connections and I think Talon is just being overprotective.”
    “Ha, ha, good luck changing that behavior because these biker types are over the top alpha males.”
    “Kind of sexy though, isn’t it?”
    “Damn straight it is,” Raven agreed.
    “Hey Raven…” Tiffany, one of the girls, yelled out as she poked her head in the doorway, “…we need that magic concoction.”
    “Okay, okay, we’re coming,” Raven said as she grabbed the blender full of the frozen margarita mix.
    Both girls busted out laughing as they viewed one of the women on the table. She was topless and dancing as she twirled her crop top in her hand. When she saw Raven, she screamed out, “Oh yeah,” and threw it at her feet.
    As wild as these girls were, Grace felt completely at ease with them. Though it might seem odd for her to have a relationship with them, she couldn’t help but remember the old adage that opposites attract. These people had made their mark on her and Talon had definitely left a lasting impression. These relationships would be friendships and loves she would carry to her grave.

Chapter Eighteen
    Red, as the members of the club had dubbed her due to her flaming red hair, made her way out of the club and started walking along the downtown street. She fired up a cigarette and thought of her options. She had counted on being an old lady and Talon had been her ticket to that end. He was one of the few bikers who didn’t have an old lady. It wasn’t that she wanted to be an old lady for just the social status. She wanted to belong and being an old lady in the club was the highest of honors for any woman. There wasn’t a woman who came around the club, for any amount of time, who didn’t want to be an old lady sooner or later.
    In the ranks of the club, Talon was high up in status due to the fact that he was the treasurer. Being the treasurer didn’t just give him the power of overseeing the club’s monies, he also had the responsibility of keeping track of the clubs colors, patches, and even any reproductions that might be issued to any of the members.
    Many people outside of the club had no idea how organized the hierarchy of a motorcycle club was. There was the President, Vice President, Secretary, Treasurer, Sergeant at Arms, and even a Road Captain. Elections were held and members were voted in. The club was run much the same way a multi-million dollar company would be run. It was organized and Talon’s position made him one of the top players. Being his old lady would have secured her position in the MC family. She now stood no chance of obtaining old lady status thanks to that lawyer bitch.
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