Lucifer’s Fury (A Motorcycle Club Romance) by Jacee Macguire Page B

smile on his face – good god – it was almost creepy.
    “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile. It’s unsettling.” Jasper laughed so hard his chest rumbled as he pulled me against him. It almost felt like he was staking his claim, and maybe he was. A small part of me was shockingly all right with that.
    After spending time alone talking and catching up with each other, everything seemed to be falling into place comfortably. The old wounds weren’t gone but they hurt a lot less. Maybe I had needed to see him. Hell! I know I needed to see him. To touch him again.
    “Yes, it really, really is. He’s kind of scary,” I said with a soft laugh and a shake of my head. “But she’s a wild one. She just might break your big mean-ass Warlord,” I warned in a teasing voice.
    “God, I hope not.” He chuckled, locking his muscular arm around my waist, keeping me pressed against him. “Let’s introduce you to the guys. I think there are a few you might remember.”
    So many new names and faces, and every one of them was welcoming, except for a couple. I had expected a few to have issues with me and my girls. It’s typical in clubs like this. Not in mine, though. We didn’t have any sweet butts or sweet cocks to deal with. So that in itself made our little group drama-free.
    The only man giving me a truly pissed off look was the one I took to the floor when I had arrived tonight. Taking him down like that in front of his brothers was stupid of me. I knew the right thing to do was to apologize. It needed to be done if our clubs were going to work together. I needed to know there were no hard feelings. If I couldn’t trust him then that was going to be a problem, and I just could not risk that.
    “I’ll be right back. There’s something I need to take care of.”
    I excused myself from the table, leaving Jasper with Suicide, Siren, and a few other guys. Cherry Pie had long since slipped down the hallway to the private rooms. I didn’t see who with and it wasn’t my business. She could handle herself.
    The pissed-off man with the death-glare cursed as I stepped up beside him at the bar. He turned his head to the side, his cold, hard stare told me he was still sore about being put down by a woman. Letting out a long sigh, I took the seat beside him. Fluffing up a man’s ego could take a bit of time so I settled in for the long haul.
    “Look, I’m really sorry about earlier. You were right. I shouldn’t have worn my colors inside the clubhouse. It was disrespectful to every member of Lucifer’s Fury. Clean slate?” I asked sweetly, holding out my hand, hoping like hell he would shake it and let it all go.
    He glanced down at my hand, his lips curling up slightly at the edges. But he didn’t move. Damn it to hell. He was going to make this hard.
    “Lola, is it?” he asked.
    I nodded.
    “Yeah. Clean slate is fine by me.” His hand eased out, taking mine in a strong handshake. “If I had known who you were I wouldn’t have... shit... starting over is fine by me. But you’ll have to teach me that move sometime.”
    “Sure. I can definitely do that. What’s your name anyway?”
    “Iceman.”
    “Pandora.”
    We shared a couple shots of Patron and chatted a bit before I made my way back to the table. A few of the sweet butts glared at me throughout the night, obviously pissed off that Jasper was keeping me close. I’m sure he had spent a fair amount of time with them.
    I couldn’t blame him for wetting his whistle, even though I hadn’t, but the sweet butts weren’t going to roll out the welcome wagon, or give me and my gals the red carpet treatment, anytime soon. If ever. We easily put these ragged-out ladies to shame on our worst day, anyway.
    Ladies could get a little territorial when it came to men, and from what I could see, they weren’t pleased with either our arrival or the way their men were pushing them aside for the night. I understood. I’d have to tell my girls to keep a watch on their