I nail her with a look, daring her to tattle on me. "We're solid. Right, Hope?"

By that expression screwing up her pretty face, she wants to tell me to fuck right off.

"Yup. Wrath was just giving me the lay of the land," she answers while staring me down.

Interesting.

Rock's already got his hand up her shirt. This should be good.

Hope struggles to sit up and I sense Trinity just out of my reach.

"Hi. Trinity, right?" Hope asks. I only hear the question, because I'm focused on Trinity, who clearly ducked into her room and dolled herself up after our argument. She doesn't normally waste a ton of energy on spackling on makeup and shit like all the other chicks. Why the fuck did she do it tonight? I'm also distracted by her tits. She's covered, but the tank top fits like a second skin and while her tits aren't quite on display, they definitely grab my attention.

"Yeah. Good to see you again, Hope."

Trin reaches over and taps Rock. "You want a drink, Rock-around-the-clock?" This is some weird thing the two of them have done for years, so it doesn't faze me. Hope, on the other hand narrows her gaze for a second.

Join the club, sweetheart.

"Will you bring me a Crown and Coke, please, hon? Hope, what do you want?"

"I'm okay. Um, maybe just water with lime?"

I snort. Figures.

Trinity finally spares me a look.

Rock talks his girl into a drink. Then Hope straight up stuns me. "Hold on, Trinity, I'll help you."

Of course the idea of the president's girl helping her serve drinks freaks Trinity the fuck out. She darts away, while Rock keeps his girl anchored to his lap.

And then they're going at it again. Good, maybe I'll get a better look at her tits. A whiff of unease settles over me, knowing Inga might drop in at any moment.

The two of them are so wrapped up in each other they don't notice the giant fucking cake, blazing with a crapload of candles, coming their way, until someone dims the lights.

Cookie and Swan help Trinity carry the blasted thing. It's obvious Cookie's going to be a problem tonight. Trinity warned me a while ago that Cookie did not take Rock's whole revirginization thing too well. And now the reason for it is perched in Rock's fucking lap.

Christ.

"Okay, now I really need you naked, Hope." Yes, please, for fuck's sake, get a room.

Instead of letting her man take her upstairs and fuck her brains out like she's clearly dying to do, Hope protests. She doesn't want Trinity to feel bad if Rock leaves before having the cake she made him.

Woman barely knows Trinity, but she's worried about the same fuckin' thing that's been pissing me off all damn week. Shit. What the fuck did I do? Now I feel even worse knowing Inga's on her way.

Rock-arrogant fuck that he is-doesn't give a shit about the cake or anything else besides getting his dick wet.

Thank fuck for his arrogance. Crisis averted. He picks her up, and carries her to the bar to grab a slice of cake.

Yes, get her upstairs before Inga shows up.

The gods have apparently decided to punish this angry biker thug tonight.

"Happy Birthday, Mr. President!" Inga shouts as she struts in the door.

Hope drops her cake, bits of it smoosh and fly everywhere.

Fuck me.

Inga isn't going to let a little thing like Rock's girlfriend get in her way. She gets as close as she can to him. Hands him one of her porno films and tells him she's going to do a private dance for him.

Now that bitch has balls.

I should probably try to fix this clusterfuckin' mess I made.

Who the hell thought it was a good idea to allow that skank in the door?

One glance at Wrath, and I know exactly how that bitch got here. I can guess why too.

Poor Hope looks like she wants to puke. Please God, if she does, let it be all over Inga's trashy slut costume.

"Did you do this?" I ask Wrath in a low voice.

He ignores me.

Yup. Guilty as sin.

Jerk.

I poke him in his side and he glances down. At least he's not smirking for once. I raise an eyebrow at him and his mouth curves into a sheepish grin. There's no time to prepare myself before he drops down and tosses me over his shoulder.

"Put me down, you big jackass!" I yelp as he carries me down the hall, but I'm laughing and slapping his ass as I say it.

Everyone's crowded into the champagne room, and honestly the idea of watching Inga and Peach do their lesbian-whore routine-that I'm sure will be an insult to lesbians and whores everywhere-is very low on my list of things to do. But maybe Hope will feel less awkward if I stick around, and I promised prez I'd try to help her fit in here.

I step out in the hall and spot Rock having a serious talk with her. Wrath's right behind me-because he hasn't caused enough trouble tonight.

"Rock! Show's about to start," Wrath shouts behind me and I jump about ten feet in the air.

"Let her know she should come too," Wrath says in a low voice.

Trying to fix your mess a little late, jackass.

"Come on, Hope. Hurry," I yell to her.

Wrath was right. She grabs Rock's hand and drags him down the hall.

Inga's pissed to see Hope and that Z's taken over the "throne" she arranged for Rock.

Ha. Too bad, bitch.

Rock settles Hope into a darker corner of the room. Probably a good idea. While I grew up around shit like this-and worse-I don't really picture Hope frequenting many strip clubs.

Inga is a straight up whore-oh, excuse me, adult film actress. I've only had a few run-ins with the skinny cunt. Those few times were enough to know that if Rock had ever decided to make her his old lady, I'd seriously consider joining a different MC.

Wrath pulls me into his lap. His lips brush my ear. "You okay?"

Leaning back I whisper in his ear. "No. I really hate this bitch."

His brow wrinkles, but he doesn't laugh like I thought he would. Before he questions me, the speakers blare to life.

Showtime.

I keep my eyes anywhere but on the disgusting duo and laugh my ass off when I see Rock's not watching the show either. Nope. He's strictly focused on his woman and it's a beautiful sight.

Unfortunately Inga also notices she's not commanding all the attention. Her moves become more desperate, until she stalks over to them like the dirty, predatory animal she is and drags Hope into the middle of the room to "dance."

What Inga and Peach do to Hope is closer to molestation than dancing. The guys of course love it. Well except for Rock. When the two start trying to get Hope's shirt off, that's when I decide enough is enough.

I pretty much muppet flail my way into the middle of the dance floor, but it distracts the two bitches long enough for Rock to carry Hope out of the room. Like the dick that he is, Wrath shouts, "Take it off!"

I'm sure he thought I wouldn't. But it's dark enough that I take the dare, whipping my tank top over my head and flinging it at his shocked face.

Poor Dex over in the corner looks pretty fucking miserable. He keeps his gaze fixed on Inga.

Really Dex? You can do so much better.

Dex has always been good to me and I hate to see him unhappy, so I dance over to him and bump him with my leg. His head tips up and the corners of his mouth curve into a smile.

"What are you up to, crazy girl?"

"Nothing." I jerk my head at Inga. "Don't tell me you've got a thing for her."

He shrugs. "We talk a lot when she's in town."

I wasn't aware that bitch knew how to actually hold a conversation. At least Dex looks a little less miserable. I pat his shoulder and he gives me a smirk, lowering his gaze to my tits.

Oh yeah. Forgot I was running around without a shirt there for a second.

Where the fuck did it land?

Oh.

Wrath's glaring at us. Well, me.

For fucks sake, can't I talk to any of the brothers without him going Fred Flinstone on me? After that bullshit with Cherry, he has a lot of nerve. Besides, Dex and I have never been anything more than friends. He helped save me the night Jug showed up. I'll always be grateful to him for that.

Inga and Peach have given up the pretense of a strip show and are just making out on Z's lap now.

I walk over to Wrath and grab my tank top, slipping it over my head.

He won't look at me, but he does snap his fingers at Inga.

"Are you fucking kidding?" I snarl at him. After I just told him how much I hate that bitch?

"Hey, Wrath," she coos. Not so subtly bumping me out of the way.

Fuck both of them.

I'm not sure why I head back to the party instead of my room, but I do. Pissed off must be written all over my face, because Rock motions me to join him right away.

"Where's Wrath?"

Oh the usual, being a jackass. "Trying to fuck Inga or Peach."

He lifts an eyebrow.

Whatever.

"Wrath! Get over here," Rock shouts.

I feel him next to me, but refuse to acknowledge the big jerk.

Rock's clearly pissed. Whether it's because Wrath was trying to hook up with his ex or because of me, I don't know.

I do think it's funny as fuck when he tells Wrath to ride down to Crystal Ball.

Prez asks me to stay with Hope while he has a word with Wrath. I imagine it will be more than one word. I'm more than happy to say yes.

Waving my hand at the degenerate crowd in front of us, I ask, "You doing okay with all this?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know what the guys were thinking bringing Inga here. I swear we don't have porn star entertainment every weekend."

Hope laughs. "Yes, I got that it was a special occasion," she says with a wry smile.

Yeah, she was planning to fuck your man. But I think Hope knows that, no need to point it out to her.

"Listen, don't let Inga or any of these muffler bunnies give you shit." I wave a hand at the room.

Hope looks over the crowd. "A few of the girls have definitely had interestingstories for me."

Yeah, I bet they have.

She gives me a curious look and I have the urge to clear the air with her. "I've never slept with Rock, if you're wondering."

Yup. That did the trick, she relaxes a little and gives me a warm smile.