The leather cut commanded respect. The Poison Wolves MCwere celebrities in the pack.
Tucking a stray curl around her ear, she made her way back to the bar. At least with no one caring about her existence, she could allow herselfthe opportunity to look.
Acouple of women were eyeing him up. Everyone wanted a piece of Wolfe. Some of them just wanted to be the ones to tame him.
None of the MC hadsettled down. No mate, no woman. Nothing.
She knew there were a lot of biker groupies. Her mother, at one point, had been one of those biker groupies. This was before she got pregnant with her, and then, of course, settled down with Amelia’s father.
Well, the guy she assumed was her father.
Amelia rarely allowed herself to dwell on herparents. They’d never seen eye to eye on a lot of things. At times, life with them had been complicated as she had constantly felt their disapproval. Neither of them wanted anything to do with her, and she thought it would break her heart, but for the most part, she’d been fine with it. It probably helped that for several years, she heard them talking that by the time she hit maturity, they would have no reason to continue listening to or seeing her nonsense.
She ducked as an elbow came toward her and quickly made her way toward the bar. Val looked like he was angry with her. He wasn’t happy since their little backyard episode. After one glance at Wolfe, for some odd reason, he looked equally pissed.
For the remainder of the night, she continued to serve,collect, and clean. When Val had enough, he made the announcement of last call, which to him meantlast drink and then fuck off.
Sometimes, Amelia struggled to make them leave. Not this time. The pack left at a reasonable pace without giving Val any problems. It allowed her to clean up quickly and much to her surprise, she found Wolfe still there, waiting for her at the bar.
“I’ll be opening late tomorrow,” Val said. “Don’t worry about getting in until after eight.”
“After eight?” she asked.
“Yeah, I don’t want to see you until then.” He winked at her and she smiled.
Out of the whole pack, Wolfe and Val were the only two who actually treated her like a … member. Like a human being.
It was nice.
Val held up her bag and jacket, which she took from him, heading outside with Wolfe following behind her.
“You don’t have to walk me home,” she said, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.
“I know. I want to.”
He did.
Amelia pressed her lips together in an effort to contain her excitement.
Wolfe wanted towalk her home. This was insane.
She stepped in beside him as he moved toward his bike, and like the other night, they made their way towardher apartment.
“So, how’s work at the bar?” Wolfe asked.
“It’s good. I like Val.”
He laughed. “It means you’re one of the few people who do.”
“I know, right? Poor Val. He’s not well liked.” She wasn’t going to say that it was nearly as close to people hating her, but on the scale of things, she was the most hated of the two of them.
The whole deer-hunting thing, the veganism thing, the lack-of-violence thing, yeah, it was a lot of things to mount up over the years. She was surprised Alpha hadn’t kicked her out of the pack yet.
“I like him,” Wolfe said. “He’s straight to the point. No messing around with shit. He just tells you like he sees it.”
This made her smile. “He does, and that can be a lot of fun.” She giggled.
“Also, he does serve the best beer.”