Shade's Fall
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They ate dinner then decided to play cards, ignoring the men. Lily lost several games to Winter.
Sitting back in her chair, she watched as Winter picked up the huge pile of IOUs from the table. “I don’t understand it. When I first started to play, I was good. Now I can’t win a game.” Lily’s frustration with the cards had her throwing them down.
When the women burst out laughing, Lily looked at them suspiciously. “What’s so funny?”
“You played with Train,” Evie said. “He always cheats when he plays with women.”
Lily looked at Jewell. “I didn’t mind losing,” she said unrepentantly.
“So they set me up?”
“Like a duck during duck-hunting season,” Winter said shrewdly.
Lily looked at Winter at her comment. “You knew the guys set me up?” Lily’s eyes narrowed on Winter. She had been set up both times she’d played cards. She had SUCKER written all over her.
Lily watched Winter smooth out her slips of IOUs. “I couldn’t be sure.”
Lily was willing to bet Winter had known; she hadn’t played with anyone else since, and she was still gullible enough to believe she was good. The woman’s name was listed under devious in the dictionary—Winter and Shade’s.
She looked around the room to see the men were on a couch, talking quietly to themselves.
“I’m done for the night.” She stood up, ignoring their grins. She would deal with them later; she was going to give her husband heck first.
She went to the couch where Shade was sitting on the end with his feet on the coffee table while Viper sat at the other end. Razer was sprawled on the chair next to the couch.
She started to say something to Shade then noticed they were having a serious discussion. Having seen her approach, they had quit talking. She turned to leave, giving them the opportunity to finish their talk when Shade caught her hand, dragging her down to sit on his lap.
The men began talking about their clubhouse in Ohio and the new recruits they had.
“Got one wanting to go for the patch here,” Shade said, lacing his hand through hers. In that moment, she forgot she was mad over the cards, rubbing her thumb against his.
“Who?” Viper asked, his eyes going around the room.
“Dude against the left wall with the eight-ball tat,” Shade answered without turning his head. Lily started to turn her head, but Shade’s hand tightened on the hand he was holding so Lily remained still. This time it was his thumb rubbing hers.
“Name?” Viper didn’t take his eyes off the recruit.
“Eightball.”
“How original,” Viper said wryly.
“I thought so. He had to think a couple of seconds when I asked,” Shade said, his voice unemotional.
“Anything else?”
“He’s good. Knows how to handle himself and his bike.” Shade paused, looking at Lily. “Too good for someone not patched.”
“Stud?”
“No. Stud doesn’t play that game, but even if he did, he wouldn’t with us. He wouldn’t want to take a chance on Sex Piston finding out; she and Beth are too tight. He’s not going to get his old lady upset when she’s carrying his kid.”
“I agree, so who?” Viper asked in demand. Lily didn’t think Viper wanted to wait when he wanted answers.
“Don’t know, but I’ll find out,” Shade promised his president.
“Now,” Viper commanded.
Lily expected Shade to get up; instead, he remained sitting.
“I’m on it,” Shade replied, nodding his head toward Cash at the bar. Lily’s eyes went to the bar, seeing Cash had his eyes on Shade.
At Shade’s nod, he set his glass of whiskey down then said something to Nickel, who was standing next to him. When both men moved toward the left wall, Lily didn’t turn her head; Shade’s hand had tightened on hers once again. Lily started trembling and her bottom lip began quivering when she heard a scuffle going on behind her.
“Shade…” He leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers as his hand picked up his beer.
“Angel face, I like that sweater on you,” he murmured against her lips.
“Don’t hurt him,” she pleaded softly back.
“Have to find out if he’s here because of you.”
Lily could tell the conversation was over when he lifted his mouth away from hers, leaning back against the couch and taking a drink of his beer. Train drew her attention away from Shade when he stopped in front of the couch.
“Lily, a buddy of mine gave me two pieces-of-shit bikes he wanted to get rid of. I fixed them up. Don’t want them; none of the brothers want them. If you want them, you can have them to sell for your store, or maybe someone needs a ride for work.”
“Thank you, Train.” Lily jumped off Shade’s lap, intending to hug him. She took a step toward him with her arms out when he froze like she had pulled a gun on him. Before she could take another step, an arm around her waist swept her back down onto Shade’s lap and she was staring up at a furious Shade.
“Stop doing that shit. Do. Not. Touch,” he told her with his jaw clenched.
“What? But I was only going to thank him,” Lily protested.
“Then thank him, but Do. Not. Touch. And quit kissing,” he added as an afterthought.
“Quit kissing? But I like kissing you; I don’t want to stop that,” Lily protested, turning red when she heard Viper and Razer laughing. Train was still standing, unmoving.
“That’s not what I meant.” Shade’s face gradually regained control. “I meant when you kiss men on the cheek.”
“Who did I kiss on the cheek?”
“Viper.” Lily’s mind went back to when she had kissed Viper on the cheek outside the diner. She also remembered him being doubled over. Train was still frozen as she also remembered another incident.
“You scared Pastor Dean,” she said in reproach.
“You do not touch anyone, especially Pastor Dean.”
Lily looked at him. “Okay.”
She relaxed against him, rubbing his chest with her hand until his breathing returned to normal.
“Thank you,” he said, relaxing back against the couch.
“No problem.” Lily smiled gently up at him.
“Thank God. At least we finally got that shit straight. I didn’t think I’d have a brother left after Christmas.”
Lily remembered when she’d given Christmas presents out. She had given each of the men a small peck on the cheek.
“You didn’t?” She looked at him suspiciously.
“No, but it was close,” Shade said unrepentantly.
She was shaking her head at him for his refusal to admit to being overly possessive when Knox came in with Diamond. She was like Lily; she hadn’t dressed overtly sexy either. She was wearing a dark jumper and a black pair of leggings with high-heeled boots that Lily really liked.
Knox took a seat on the couch next to Shade, pulling Diamond down onto his lap. Knox wasn’t wearing his uniform, just jeans and a t-shirt. His huge frame crowded the large sofa. Lily had to sit up straighter, curling her legs on top of Shade’s.
“I put Georgia on suicide watch. Had to hire an extra policewoman from Jamestown, but at least I don’t have to worry about walking into her cell and finding her dead,” Knox said, looking at Lily. “You were right. I saw the marks on her wrist.”