Free Hadley (The Club Girl Diaries Book 3) by Addison Jane Page B

widening as three more brothers stepped through the gate behind me.
    Leo snatched the box from his hand. “Sign it yourself, she ain’t doing it.”
    The kid looked like he wanted to object, or maybe he was trying not to pee his pants. It didn’t matter, though because he quickly scurried back to the driver’s side of the vehicle and skidded away down the street.
    “Fine. I didn’t sign. Can I have the box now?” I asked holding out my hand.
    “You can have it after church tomorrow after we sit down and discuss what the hell is going on… and what’s inside,” Optimus said, moving forward and taking the small package from Leo’s hand.
    Leo let him have it. His eyes staying focused on me. They were heated, not angry but upset.
    “We’ll deal with this tomorrow,” Optimus said again, watching Leo carefully. “Make sure she makes it to church.”
    “She?” I asked, confused.
    “Yeah,” he confirmed. “I think it’s time we learned a bit more about what the fuck is going on.”

Chapter Twelve
     

     
    By 9:00 p.m. the party had turned from a casual gathering to blaring music, flowing drinks and plenty of bumping and grinding. Families had gone home, Macy was picked up by her aunt and Chelsea had forfeited the rest of the party to take Harlyn and Jayla to her and Op’s room for bed.
    I knew she was running low on energy, her usual smile had started to fade earlier, so it was probably best she get some rest.
    Op was in and out, spending time with his brothers and checking on her and the girls.
    There was a mixture of music filtering through the large speakers out to where the fire pit was set up.
    Kat had gotten off her shift at X-Rated early, and we were currently dancing on the patio to Layla by Eric Clapton. Kev was standing behind me, one hand on my hips as they swayed back and forth, the other holding a beer. None of the boys were much into dancing, but if it involved rubbing up against one of the girls, they gave it a go.
    “Fancy seeing you here,” Tally called over the music as he stepped up to Kat.
    She smiled softly, almost shyly, a rare emotion I’d had yet to see from the queen of sarcasm. “Hey, Tally. I wondered if you’d be around.”
    He smirked. “And miss a chance to see this again,” he said, reaching out to her waist and pulling her body against him. She fell against his chest and they began to move to the music, blocking out everything around them.
    I turned my head to the side. “They have a thing?” I asked Kev. His hand slipped around my waist as he rested his head down on my shoulder.
    “I don’t know if you’d call it a thing. But every time the boys are in town, those two seem to be connected at the hip,” he explained.
    I laughed. “Kev. That’s what I would call a thing.”
    He chuckled. “Okay, then yes, they have a thing.”
    Huh, interesting .
    Seeing Kat so smitten and not her confident self was strange and almost sweet.
    My eyes drifted past them and connecting with Leo’s as he sat atop one of the picnic tables across the other side of the fire. His feet resting on the seat and a beer bottle hanging from his fingers. Kaylene, another club girl, sat perched next to him, her hand on his thigh as she laughed and chatted with someone beside her.
    His eyes stayed on me, though.
    The fire gave his face a soft glow. Matched with the intense look in his eyes, he almost looked dangerous.
    He was dangerous. The way he looked out for his family. The way he treated Macy. How he touched me, spoke to me, felt inside me, it was all dangerous because it was making me want him more than ever. And that wasn’t why I was here.
    Kev’s hand moved up my body, the front of his pants pressing snuggly against my ass. He gripped my breast in his hand, kneading it through my shirt. Our bodies continued to move to the rhythm of the music as his lips found my neck.
    My eyes stayed on Leo.
    His beer bottle was now clenched tightly in his fist. I was afraid it might explode if he