Sniper (Steel Demons MC, #8)

Katey

M y stomach grumbled for the fifth time in as many minutes and I knew I couldn’t put off my hunger for much longer, so I took a deep breath and left the room that I’d pretty much lived in since coming to the Steel Demons clubhouse. Most nights there were large aluminum trays filled with food on the tables lined along one wall. It was amazing really, how much the women—old ladies and club girls alike—came together to make sure everyone was fed each day.

It was nothing like the atmosphere at Ethan’s former MC. At his club, the club girls were treated as whores, convenient holes when one of the members needed to satisfy their hunger. It didn’t matter what those women wanted or hoped for, all that mattered was that they were always ready and always willing. And the old ladies were just wives and girlfriends, they added nothing to the MC because they weren’t allowed to. It wasn’t a club or a family, it was a gang.

Even I could admit the stark difference between the two clubs as I scanned the tables to see what was on tonight’s menu. I added two pieces of chicken and a few scoops of roasted potatoes to my plate and then turned, searching for a table small enough for me. Only me.