Love Ties by Em Petrova Page A

“Rocket must be here. He’s a Zeppelin guy.”
    Weaving their way through the tables, past the bar where everyone craned to look at Ever, Jamison didn’t let go of her hand. She clung to his fingers.
    “Jamison Montgomery.” A tall man in all black leather stepped in front of him, arms crossed.
    Jamison followed the chest up another few inches to meet his gaze and laughed. “Randall, my favorite smartass. What are you doing in the Tomfoolery?”
    Randall was a prospect when Jamison earned his VP patch. Jamison was one of his biggest backers—he’d believed in the guy from the start. Randall had never let him down.
    “Bunky told me to watch your back.”
    Instantly, Jamison was on alert. “That so?” He shot Ever a look, and she chewed her lip.
    Randall stared at her.
    Feeling the need to secure her place at his side, Jamison tugged her close. “This is Ever.” His tone said: Mine .
    Randall acknowledged her with a nod, but he couldn’t stop looking at her. Jamison was okay with other guys coveting what was his. As long as no one tried to touch.
    “Ever, this is Randall.”
    “Hi.”
    Jamison caught sight of Tommy and raised his chin in greeting. “We’ve gotta have a drink with Tommy. Keep watching my back, yeah?”
    Randall nodded. “Yeah.”
    Ever crowded against Jamison’s side as he led her toward the roughest-looking guy in the bar. Tommy had a baby face—until someone had cut him up. Two X’s crossed his cheeks. A gangster had sliced him for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
    Face drenched with blood, Tommy had stumbled to his bike and ridden straight for the club, where Strother’s old lady stitched him up and administered antibiotics from the cupboard behind the bar.
    One of the lines of the X had extended to the corner of Tommy’s eye. The scar tissue puckered it, but he could see just fine.
    Jamison clapped his hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “How the hell are ya, brother?” He didn’t release Ever as he gave Tommy a one-armed hug.
    “Happy as a pig in a pile of shit.” Tommy grinned at Ever. “Who’s this little morsel?”
    “This is Ever.” Jamison pulled her tight to his side, allowing none of that space for Tommy to see between them.
    “A worthy mistress for our vice prez.”
    Ever snorted.
    “Ah yes, very worthy.” Tommy jerked his head toward a table along the wall. “Have a drink with me.”
    “I was just going to ask you the same thing.” Jamison followed Tommy to the table and seated Ever first. She crossed her legs and drew her long hair over her shoulders, concealing her cleavage from every eye in the joint.
    Good girl.
    As soon as they took their seats, two other MC guys dragged chairs up to the table. A hot little waitress squeezed her way between the guys, purposely touching them and showing off her body. “What can I get you guys?”
    Everyone looked to Jamison, who pulled rank. “Whiskey. And a Sex with an Alligator.” He angled his head toward Ever.
    Laughter rumbled around the table.
    Ever straightened and looked at the waitress. “Make that a whiskey double.”
    “Oooh,” Tommy said.
    Oooh was right. Jamison had no idea what to expect from a tipsy Ever. He grinned at the thought of pulling information from her—or getting her drunk enough that she hung all over him. Damn, he wanted her to hang all over him.
    He looped an arm around her neck. “Double for my girl,” he agreed.
    The waitress took orders from the other guys. Tommy settled down to business quick. He placed his hands flat on the table, indicating there was business.
    Jamison eyed him. “You can speak freely in front of Ever.”
    Tommy leaned close and said, “Middleton was spotted in Heller’s Gap.”
    Someone slammed his fist off the table, sending it shuddering on uneven legs. “Damn him.”
    “I say we put that asshole out of commission once and for all,” another guy said.
    Jamison didn’t dare look at Ever for her reaction. If she really was cut out for this, she’d