Bringing my attention back to the present, Hella was still rambling. The sound of heels clinked across the tiled flooring, which snapped my head up to attention. A young girl with long blonde hair, dark eyes, tanned skin and legs that go on forever halted in front of us with her hands resting on her hips. Her eyes narrowed on Blake. Oh shit, trouble in paradise? That was a shame, she was pretty fucking hot. Storming over to our table, Blake shifted in his seat in discomfort. This girl obviously had his balls by a leash.
“Blake! Where’s my fucking keys?” She yelled, cocking her head.
“Phoebe, sit the fuck down, we have company,” he answered casually, bringing his attention back to us.
Her shoulders squared, her demeanor changing. It was an interesting observation that showed maybe this girl knew the ins and outs of what happened here. I answered my own question when I reminded myself how she entered the room.
“Hello, sorry…” she started, looking between Hella and me. A smile appeared on her face, showing just how fucking cute she was. That was a simple observation. Anyone with vision would say she was appealing.
I narrowed my eyes on her before bringing them back to Blake. He followed Phoebe’s sight, looking between me and her before pushing his seat back and shaking his head. “Nope, no. Fuck off, Phoebe.” He looked at her, annoyance etched into his face.
“I didn’t do anything!” She raised her hands into the air in innocence and a round of chuckles sounded around the table.
“And don’t fucking do anything either,” Blake clarified. “Understood?”
She rolled her eyes, nodding her head. “Shut up, Blake. You’re my brother, not my conscience.” Brother, huh? Figures. But now that she had said that, I could see the resemblance between the two.
“Obviously fucking not,” Blake mumbled, stress lines creasing around the edges of his eyes.
“I’m Phoebe,” she said, her hand out, waiting for me to take it.
“Beast,” I answered. Her face paused.
“Is that your real name?” she asked, intrigue lighting up her eyes like a kid that wanted to know if Santa was fucking real.
Blake growled from his seat again. “Speedy, take the fucking car. Just get the fuck out of here, you’re giving me a headache.” He threw the keys to her and she caught them in her hands before winking to her brother. “Thanks, bro, I love you.”
“That love is going to kill me,” he mumbled, drinking from his bottle again and we all laughed.
It was a little after eight when Abby finally showed up at the clubhouse. As soon as she entered the room, my body stiffened. I’m not fond of cops, actually, I fucking hate them.
We were all having a few drinks outside around the bonfire when Phoebe walked out. Her eyes scanning through the crowd until they finally rested on me and I smirked. Yeah, she’s cute.
“Where are you from?” Phoebe asked, taking a seat beside me in front of the bonfire.
My face drew blank and she noticed, pulling her legs under herself she laughed. “You know, I get it. You don’t want to talk, and you have all that Mr. Mysterious thing going on.”
“Nah, nothing like that. Just not much to tell,” I answered, swallowing a large skull of the bitter beer.
“Well,” she began, running her long fingers through her blonde hair, “I’ve been told I have great ears if you ever feel like you need to talk. I’ve been around these men all my life, I love them so much… that’s a given.”
I smiled. “Thanks.”
Standing to her feet and brushing the ashes that came floating across from the flames of the bonfire off her pants, she asked in between looking at her brother. “Where are you guys staying tonight?” Abby piked in from beside Hella.
“They’ll be coming with me, Phoebe. You go and head home. You have a big week this week.” Her face fell before nodding. “Yeah, okay. Night all,” she chimed, looking back at me for a split second before heading up the steps and to the back door.
“Sorry about my sister,” Blake said, taking a seat on the piece of wood next to me.
I laughed, throwing my hoodie over my head. “She was nothing to apologize for.”
“Oh, trust me, she was,” he shook his head. Movement caught my eye from the side as an older woman came walking down the steps toward the bonfire. Her smile graced the place like a breath of fresh air. Was she lost?
“Ma, what are you doing here?” Zane asked, walking to her and pulling her in for a hug.
“I came to see how you boys are. I’ve been so busy lately, I feel terrible for not popping in more often.” She rubbed his arms, the motherly gesture foreign to me.