The Devil in Her Soul (Heartless Devils Motorcycle Club Book 3) by Kathryn Thomas

eyes as John began to speak again.
     
    Jenny sat on the same stool at the bar as she had so many months ago when she had first met Asher. She sniffed as she took a sip of her Sprite. When she had first entered here, she was the princess, too good to be mixing with the rabble around her. Now she was banging the Sergeant-at-Arms, riding a hog, and wearing leather. All she needed now was some tattoos and she would fit right in with the men.
     
    “Jennifer, right?” A voice said beside her, bringing her out of reverie.
     
    She spun the stool to face the woman speaking. “That’s right, but most people call me Jenny.” She had seen the woman around, slightly taller than she was with short black hair, big boobs, and long, blood-red, fingernails. She was dressed in a tight, low cut blouse to show off her assets, the button between her breasts straining to contain the flesh inside, jeans she had been poured into, and heeled boots that came to her knees.
     
    The woman held out her hand. “I’m Rachel, Gator’s old lady.”
     
    Jenny shook the woman’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Rachel.”
     
    “Same here. I’ve been trying to catch up with you, but you always seemed so busy. Then with the thing that went down with you and Asher…I’m glad that is all behind us now.”
     
    “Yeah, me, too. What did you want to see me about?”
     
    “Nothing. I just have noticed that you’ve…changed…since I saw you the first time. I just wanted sit down and talk to you.”
     
    Jenny smiled and motioned to a seat. “I suppose I have,” she said as the other woman sat down. “I’m not proud of how I acted back then.”
     
    Rachel grinned. “It’s okay. It always takes a little time to adjust to a new club.”
     
    Jenny smiled at Rachel’s assumption that she was part of the club. “Does Gator keep you out of what is going on the way Asher does me?”
     
    “He tries. But I have my ways.”
     
    Jenny glanced over the woman again. “Yeah, I can see that.”
     
    Rachel twittered. “That sometimes works, but us girls, we hear things. It’s hard to keep a secret in a club this size.”
     
    “What are you hearing now? Asher won’t tell me a damn thing.”
     
    Rachel looked around to see who was listening. “What I hear is they are in chapel talking about pulling the charter for the Demonios.”
     
    “What does that mean?”
     
    “It means that the Devils are going to shut down the Demonios, disband them, pull their charter, whatever you want to call it. Basically, they are going to terminate their club, one way or the other.”
     
    “Kill them?” Jenny asked, horrified.
     
    “If that’s what it takes, yes. It probably won’t come to that, not if they are smart.”
     
    “Can we do that?”
     
    “Who’s we?” another woman asked, walking up behind Jenny.
     
    Just before she turned to face the new arrival, Jenny saw Rachel’s face go hard before she looked down. “The HDs,” Jenny said to the woman.
     
    “There is no we for you, honey,” the woman sneered as she swayed up. The woman was older, and appeared to be battle-hardened, but she also had an animal-like sexiness about her. Age had softened her slightly, but Jenny could tell the woman had been stunning once. “You made it pretty clear what you thought of the Devils when you first stepped foot in here, with your uppity attitude. You think you are too good for us? I got news for you, sister. You haven’t got shit on any woman in the club.”
     
    Jenny was a bit put off by the woman’s hostile and aggressive attitude, but she did have a point about how she acted. “Yes. Not my finest hour.”
     
    “You don’t belong here. You never did, you never will. You should just go back to your little life and—”
     
    “Come on, Hearts,” Rachel interjected, “you’ve seen her around. She isn’t like that anymore.”
     
    “She comes in here, the president’s daughter, and acts like we’re nothing but shit to scrape off her shoe,