Page 91 of Forget That Guy
But seven men showing up acting like they’d always been there? That would be suspicious for a wife that had a head on her shoulders.
When she was mine, I’d never worried about her questioning things.
But now that she wasn’t…
I realized my mistake.
I’d let myself get comfortable thinking that Juliana wouldn’t spill her secrets.
But there was one man on this earth that I knew she’d fear above all others.
He’d given her the creeps from the moment that she’d met the nationwide club president for the Dixie Wardens.
I pulled out my phone and dialed his number.
“Yeah?” the man grumbled.
“Silas,” I said quietly. “I think I need your help.”
Silas Mackenzie had taken over as the Dixie Wardens MC national club president a couple of years ago from the last president that’d died while on a poker run. From the moment he’d taken the mantle, he’d made it a priority to meet every club member that there ever was. He even visited each club at least once a year so any new club members knew who to be afraid of.
“What’s going on?” Silas asked.
I walked away from my ex-wife, who’d paled to a ghostly white.
I explained everything that’d happened in my life back at my seat. Not leaving anything out.
“I’ll come up,” he sighed. “I’ve been dying to get back up there. And my wife’ll love visiting the mountains again. She’s jealous every time we come up there.”
“Thanks, man,” I said. “I’m sorry to even bring you into this, but you’ve always scared the piss out of her. Short of killing her, which I won’t do because she’s the mother of my children, I don’t have any other options.”
Silas chuckled. “Don’t sweat it.” He paused. “And I know why I scare her.”
I blinked. “What’d you do?”
“What any national president of the Dixie Wardens Motorcycle Club should do. Protect its own.”
With that, he hung up, leaving me to once again look at Holly.
Holly peeled away from the women then, leaving while miming getting a drink.
When she got to the table, she reached for the water glass that was sitting next to me. To do it, she had to lean her delicious body over mine.
Her perfect little tit pressed against the side of my face, and I couldn’t stop myself from biting down lightly on her perfectly pebbled nipple.
She squeaked, and cold water splashed onto my arm.
Worth it.
“Denver!” she gasped, looking around.
Plenty of people were looking.
And when I say plenty, I meant the whole damn town and half of the club.
We were at Hopps.
Everyone and their brother went to Hopps.
