Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 32
“Gotta pat you down,” he muttered.
I bobbed my head and held my arms straight out from my sides. He kept it strictly professional and did it fast. Then he knocked on the last door on the right. I heard someone say 'enter' and he opened the door.
“Here she is Prez,” he said as he walked over and laid my guns on a desk. “Reb wanted me to let you know he and Pred are heading back.”
As I glanced at the man acknowledging Blood’s words, I almost passed out.
Holy. Fuck.
My biker hero was none other than the President of the MC himself. I pulled my eyes off him fast. I had to give myself time to process it all. I wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing.
As I looked around, I noticed three other men in the room, not counting Blood or my biker hero, two older men and Holy. Mother. Of. God. that had to be Pred's dad. Damn Pred was gonna be a sexy fucking walking talking dream machine when he got older. I couldn't drag my eyes off him.
“Fuck, at least I told Pred the truth,” I muttered, not thinking about what I was saying.
The man smirked at me and asked, “What's that?”
“I told him he was gonna be hotter than hell when he got older,” I shook my head. “Sorry, you had to be there. But I wasn't fucking lying at least,” I said as I blinked at him. I had to close my eyes and open them again just to make sure he was real.
“Fuck, Viper. That shit could seriously piss off a man. It's a fucking good thing you have two Old Ladies you're devoted to, if not, the rest of us bastards would never get laid.” I glanced quickly at the President as he said that to Viper.
I glanced back at Viper just as fast. “Sorry, I wasn't coming on to you. I don't have time for that shit. I'm Ava,” I said as I held my hand out to him.
He reached out and shook it. Thank fuck. I didn't feel a thing when he did that. Whew, I would have hated being attracted to a taken man. Then I turned to one of the older men, “Ava,” I said as I held out my hand to him.
“Seer,” he replied as he shook my hand.
He studied my face like he was cataloging the differences since he had last seen me. Huh, surely there was no way he had figured out who I was.
I then turned to the other man, “Ava.”
“Possum, VP here,” he said as he shook my hand.
“Nice to meet you all,” I said as I took a deep breath and let it out.
I turned slowly to face my biker hero. God, he looked exactly the same. I felt the blood leave my face and thought I was going to pass out. 'Here' I vaguely heard behind me, as someone gently guided me to a chair. Thank God they did. I wasn't sure if I could have continued standing.
My eyes traced his features, I honestly couldn't tell that he had aged at all. And his eyes were still as magnetic as they had been that day. Like molten silver ice, I shivered slightly. I was aware they were all staring at me puzzled by my reaction to their President. But I couldn't help it. I hadn't realized seeing him again would affect me this way.
“Ava, you okay?” I heard Blood ask.
I nodded but my eyes never left my protector's face. He had saved me that day. Sometimes I had hated him for it, other times I was so thankful he did. I wanted justice for Brian and Mason, but I wasn't going to go nuts and kill myself once that happened. Brian wouldn't have wanted that for me. He would have wanted me to be happy, find a new man, have more children. That, I didn't know if I would ever be able to do. A man maybe, kids, I just wasn’t sure about.
I heard his voice say something to me and it sounded like it was coming down a tunnel. Things started to get fuzzy and black. Then Blood's face was in front of me. He was kneeling down looking at me in the eyes.
“Breathe, Ava, breathe,” he murmured.
I realized I hadn't taken a breath since I had looked at my savior. I drew in a deep breath and everything came back into focus. I should feel ashamed that I had almost completely lost it and passed out, but I didn't. There were just some things in life that could literally take a person's breath away and for me, he was one of them.
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Chapter 6
The first step to be a good man is this: You must deeply feel the burden of the stones someone else is carrying.
~Mehmet Murat ildan~
Mad Dog
May 29th, 1998
As I watched the woman walk into the room, something stirred down deep inside me. A feeling that I hadn't felt in years. I was fucking attracted to her. Son of a bitch. I didn't even know this woman. Like Blood said, she was hot as hell and not someone a man would forget. She glanced at me briefly then jerked her gaze away. Fuck, that was weird. It was like she was scared to face me. I just fucking wished I knew what her deal was.
I watched as she looked at Seer and Possum, then her gaze landed on Viper. And. Fuck. Me. Her damn eyes about popped out of her head. I didn't know what that motherfucker had, but he could be a woman whisperer. It's like they all fell into instant lust when they looked at him. I listened to their conversation. Damn, that shit could seriously make a motherfucker madder than hell.
“Fuck, Viper. That shit could seriously piss off a man.