Tanner:A Black Widow MC Romance(32)

“I'm Charlotte from the anthropology class. My teacher told me to come and observe you guys.”



John's face lit up. “So you're the one Mr. Capshaw sent! He's been begging me to join this program for years. I finally caved in when he gave us free tickets to the Dodgers game.” He grasped my hand and shook it. “I'm John, it's nice to meet you.”



I smiled back. I couldn't believe Mr. Capshaw had to bribe them.



“So what are you going to be doing here?” John asked.



“Well I need to observe you guys and do some interviews—see what makes this club tick.”



“Make yourself at home, Charlotte.” John glanced at the bar. “Hey Hudson, get this lady a drink.”



I put my hand up. “No, I'm fine.”



“Charlotte, if you want to know how this club works then you need to know what fuels it.”



Hudson was in his mid-thirty's with a bald head and handle-bar mustache that looked way too silly. I wanted to giggle but his eyes told me that would be a bad idea. He handed me a small glass that was filled halfway and handed another glass to John. Hudson glanced down at my cleavage and I felt a little uncomfortable.



“Cheers,” John said, clinking his glass against mine.



I hesitantly downed the liquid that instantly burned my throat. I'd only had alcohol at a few parties before so I was no expert, but my best guess was that it was whiskey.



“Make sure to keep it flowing,” John told Hudson.



Hudson grunted.



“Is there somewhere I can sit?” I asked, looking around the room.



“You can set up shop over there,” he replied, pointing to a table.



“Thanks.” I stood up and the whiskey hit my knees. They buckled and I went crashing to the ground. John gripped my arm in a flash and pulled me back up.



“Maybe she should take it easy,” he told Hudson.



Hudson grunted again. He didn't say much.



I flushed with embarrassment. How could only one drink get me so tipsy? I walked over to the table, making sure to steady myself. My head was fuzzy but I felt amazing.



“Let me know if you need anything. I'll be in the back room,” John said.



I nodded and sat down at the table. Everyone in the room was looking right at me, watching my every move. This place was so intimidating. I cursed Mr. Capshaw under my breath. This had to be punishment for being late.



“Everyone! This is Charlotte. She's doing a paper on us for college and she's going to be hanging around for the next couple days. Make sure she's welcome here.”



I flushed crimson and gave a little wave, sinking further down below the table.



What was I supposed to do next? I didn't want to interview anyone yet. I took out my notepad and began recording what had happened so far. My notes were pretty sparse. There wasn't really much to report. At least this was more interesting than the Anime Club.



I glanced around the room, focusing on the small details. Everyone seemed at ease—not a care in the world. Did anyone have a job? Did they just hang out here all day and drink?



The front door opened and in came another WOA member. My heart skipped a beat. This one was different: brown hair down to his shoulders, a little scruff under the chin, and a long scar over his right eyebrow. He wore the same clothes as the other members: a wife-beater, a WOA leather cut, and baggy jeans; he made them work to his advantage.



This guy was hot as hell.



“Did I make it in time, guys?” he said with his arms outstretched in a v-shape.



“What took you so long?” the guy who helped me outside asked him. He had a Sgt-at-Arms patch on his cut.



“Well Wyatt, you know how it is when the cops are chasing you.” They clasped hands and flexed their forearms. They could be barbarians if we lived in a different time.



“Damn Liam, you escaped them again?”



Liam nodded.



“One of these days they're going to get you.”



“Not in this lifetime.” They both heartily laughed and slapped each other on the back.



Liam sat at the bar. “How's it going, Hudson? Get me a drink.”



Hudson pulled out the same bottle of whiskey and poured him a shot. Liam knocked it back and slammed the glass upside down on the bar.



Liam threw a glance at me with his dark blue eyes, piercing my soul. My heart stopped and the blood in my veins froze. He was walking towards me!





Chapter Four


Liam





Adrenaline still coursed through my veins as I parked my bike at the MC. The cops weren't close to catching me, but all it took was one mistake and I'm headed back to the slammer. There was no way I was going to waste another year of my life sitting in a cell. If worse came to worse, I'd use my nine millimeter. I set my bucket helmet on my bike and went inside.