“You should have thought about that before you put the club first.”
She walked away. What was it with the men who put the club first? Alex could pretty up his explanation all he wanted. He still put the club first. He chose business before getting to know her. She’d grown up thinking her uncle didn’t love her after her mother died.
Shaking her head, she found Eva at one of the machines with the pulley at the side. It looked boring.
“Are you all right?” Eva asked.
“No, I need alcohol, partying, and dancing, and I need it now.”
“Alex loves you, Tate.”
“No, he doesn’t. Like Dad, Murphy, Lash, Nash, and all of the fucking Skulls, they’re in love with the club. Maybe it’ll do them more good to fuck each other instead of putting us through hell.”
Kelsey giggled beside her. “Now that would be fun to watch.”
“Does this place have a dance floor and bar away from the gambling?” Tate asked.
“Yeah.”
“Lead the way, Eva. It’s about fun. Fun and nothing to do with the club.”
Chapter Four
Murphy walked off the plane four hours after Eva, Tate, and Cherry had gotten off. That was four hours of trouble his woman could already be in. A long, sleek black limousine was waiting for them. Killer followed close by Murphy as they climbed inside. Hearing about the women’s expedition, Tiny had gathered six men and one woman to go to Vegas. He and Killer were there, along with Nash, Lash, Tiny, and Zero. Angel was travelling with Lash, even though Tiny had rejected the idea of another woman getting involved.
“I swear when I find her and get her alone she’s going over my knee,” Tiny said.
“Tate won’t let you get that far,” Lash said, smirking.
“I wasn’t talking about Tate. Eva’s going over my knee for a fucking spanking. The woman should have told me what was happening. Keeping shit from me is not acceptable.”
Looking around the back of the limousine, Murphy saw all of the men were trying to contain their laughter. Eva and Tiny were destined to be together. Tiny was being a hard ass by keeping her at arms’ length.
“Of all the fucking places to come, she had to choose Alex’s casino.” Tiny was muttering to himself.
“Who’s Eva?” Killer asked.
“Tate’s ex-nanny. Tiny has a thing for her, but he keeps her away from the club.”
“He fucks everything that moves. The woman I took out of his office was tied down to the desk with her ass in the air. She was begging to be fucked,” Killer said.
Murphy knew a lot about his president’s sexual activities. Tiny was a dominant man with thoughts that the woman stayed at home while the men worked. It was an old-fashioned view, but it was what Tiny believed. Eva and Tiny were in for a rocky ride before they got together.
“You better have a handle on Tate,” Tiny said, drawing him into conversation.
“I’ll deal with Tate.”
“I’ve called ahead. Alex is giving up rooms. It’s a slow weekend in Vegas for him.”
“I’m up for watching you spank Eva. It’s going to be interesting. I wonder if she’ll give into you willingly or if she’ll put up a fight,” Nash said, laughing.
Out of the two Myer brothers, Nash was the one who risked his life more. The guy must have a death wish by talking about watching Eva and Tiny together.
“With where your dick’s been, you’re not coming near Eva.”
Nash stopped laughing. “My junk is clean. I don’t touch anyone without a rubber. Speaking of where a dick’s gone, what about yours, Tiny? You remembering to rubber up before the loving?”
Tiny launched himself across the limousine. One punch was thrown, and Nash was in the fight as well.
The other four men tried to pull the men apart in the small space. Angel was screaming, and Lash finally pulled Tiny away from his brother. “My brother deserves a beating, but I’m not having you put my woman in danger. Think, Tiny. He’s fucking with you. It’s Nash. Keep the anger locked up tight, or you’re going to lose it too bad.”
Slowly, minute by minute, Tiny calmed down to the point of relaxing. Nash’s face was already bruising up.
“Sorry,” Tiny said, sitting back down.
“Yeah, sorry. It was fucking wrong of me to talk like that,” Nash said.
Everyone sat down, and silence fell over the group. The limousine couldn’t move fast enough to get them out of trouble. They were confined to a moving vehicle with temperamental bikers, and that was a recipe for disaster.
“Four hours. Do you have any idea what damage Tate could do with four hours? Eva’s not much better. She’ll do anything for that girl, even lie to me about this fucking trip,” Tiny said.