Ropes (Burning Saints MC Book 3) by Jack Davenport

Author:Jack Davenport [Davenport, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-11-12T18:30:00+00:00

Devlin

WE STOOD BY one of the ship’s many outdoor bars for the duration of the muster drill, which mostly consisted of the captain reading from a script about staying calm should we hit an iceberg or whatever. To be honest, I wasn’t paying very close attention. What I was focused on, was the gaggle of women that were staring at Ropes as if he were a piece of meat on a hook. Of course, he seemed totally oblivious which made me wonder if I was just being jealous.

Wait a minute. Was I jealous? I’m not certain I’d know for sure because, to my knowledge, it’s never been an emotion I’d had to wrestle with. Perhaps I’d just never cared enough about a person to get jealous.

“Anything you’d like to share with the rest of the class?” Ropes asked with a smile.

“Sorry, just lost in thought I guess.”

“You’re not thinking of hopping onto one of those lifeboats and leaving me here without you, are you?”

“Nope, just hope I don’t have to cut a bitch while out at sea.”

“Thinking of taking up piracy as a profession?”

“No, more like bodyguard to the stars. I think Clay Morningwood might have more fans than you think.”

Ropes scanned the area and I noticed eyes turning away from him as he did. His presence was known, and I was pretty sure I wasn’t crazy.

“I think you’ll be much busier as a full-time tattoo artist,” he murmured.

The captain announced the end of the drill, and Ropes and I made our way back to the room to stow our life vests before the scheduled meet and greet cocktail party.

“Speaking of which, your club doesn’t appear to wear much ink,” I said as we walked.

“Apart from my brother and a couple other guys that’s mostly true.”

“Why’s that?”

“Mostly because our guys don’t tend to spend much time in prison. Cutter was a smart president and worked hard to keep us a step ahead of the cops. Apart from some stints in county and few state bids, most of our members nationwide have relatively clean records.”

“That’s surprising.”

“Cutter was a great president and a great man.”

“It sounds like you miss him.”

“Every day.”

I freshened up and we made our way to the Skylight Lounge, where the event’s registration table was set up.

The moment we walked into the lounge we were greeted by two beautiful women standing underneath a giant Books and Booze Cruise banner. One woman was tall with purple hair, and the other was a brunette and held a clipboard in one hand and a walkie talkie in the other.

“Clay!” the brunette squealed in delight as soon as she spotted him, and the two ran toward us.”

“I’m going to have to get used to calling you Clay,” I whispered just before being showered in hugs by our hosts.

“We’re so glad you could make it,” the brunette welcomed us warmly.

“Thank you so much for inviting me. I’m still not sure what I’m doing here, but I’m excited,” Ropes said, sounding uncharacteristically nervous, before introducing me.

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