“Come on, Sway,” Rock says. “I have a table set up in the back.”

Wrath and Trinity meet us on the way over, both of them flushed and sweaty-looking.

I nudge Trin with my elbow. “What were you two up to?”

She jumps even though we’re standing right next to each other. “Nothing. Why?”

“No reason.” I reach around and extract something shiny out of her hair—which is much fuzzier looking than it was twenty minutes ago. “Were you two rolling around on Z’s desk?” I ask in my sternest mom voice, holding the paper clip in front of her face.

“Don’t judge me, backseat baby doll.”

My jaw drops. “What did you call me?”

She tilts her head and stares at me until we both start laughing. Wrath glances down at us and raises an eyebrow. His questioning expression turns to devious when Trinity plucks the paper clip out of my hand and thrusts it in his face.

He takes it and shoves it his pocket.

Trinity jolts again and I give her the side-eye. “Are you practicing your dance moves, twitchy?”

“What? No.”

Rock nudges me into the booth first and Trinity ends up on my other side. I have the impression Wrath and Rock planned out our seating arrangements ahead of time to keep anyone else away from us.

Sway doesn’t stay with us long. The girl who’d been in the dressing room earlier hoping to hook up with Wrath ends up grinding on Sway’s lap for a few songs before leading him into one of the back rooms with a bottle of champagne.

Z ends up taking Sway’s seat.

“Do you have to use a blacklight to clean up the VIP rooms?” I ask Z, who smirks at the question.

“And a lot of bleach,” he adds.

Rock’s questioning eyes meet mine. “You mad?”

“About Sway cheating on his wife? Couldn’t care less.” I consider some of the conversations I’ve had with Tawny in the past. “I’m sure she’s having her own jolly time with some unsuspecting elf right about now anyway. That’s their business.”

Z spits out the beer he’d just taken a sip of and Rock chokes.

Trinity has her head buried against Wrath’s shoulder, shaking with laugher and Wrath just clucks his tongue at me. “Cinderella. What have we done to you?”

I raise an eyebrow, hoping he’ll explain.

“I have a feeling before us, you would’ve been outraged on Tawny’s behalf,” he says.

“There are probably lots of things I never did before I met Rock.” I lean over and whisper in Rock’s ear. “For example, I never wore crotchless tights before I met you.”

He groans and closes his eyes.

The Wolf Knights MC joins us next and Wrath’s the one to greet them, and bring them to our table.

After they leave, Rock leans in closer. “You know I can’t stop thinking about what’s under your dress,” he murmurs against my ear.

“That’s why it was supposed to be a surprise for later.”

His hand lands on my leg, keeping a firm, possessive grip while someone else comes over to demonstrate their obsequience to the King.

Z taps Rock’s arm and juts his chin toward the door. “Look sharp, Prez.”

Reaching down, Rock takes my hand and pulls me out of the booth with him.

The tall, wiry black man he stops in front of definitely isn’t a biker. At least I can’t picture anyone in a bright red suit, white shirt and black tie on a motorcycle. On anyone else, it would probably be a garish imitation of a Santa suit, but this guy makes it work. The two beautiful women on either side of him don’t hurt either. His wild eyes land on Rock and he breaks into a big smile, holding his arms out and shooing his companions away.

I’m close enough to both feel and hear the growl in Rock’s throat. He’s normally a quick handshake sort of guy with non-Lost Kings. But he tolerates the brotherly hug and backslap from this man for about three whole seconds before pulling back.

“Mr. North! You finally trust me enough to invite me to one of your VIP events.”

Rock heaves out a sigh. “You’ve been here plenty of times, Loco.” He gestures to me. “This is my wife, Hope.”

I extend my hand and he grabs it, bringing it to his lips in an unexpected gentlemanly way.

“The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. North.”

“Ah, thank you, mister…?”

“Loco. Everyone calls me Loco.”

“Okay.” I glance at Rock for confirmation and he nods. His head’s probably about to explode since Loco’s lips are still hovering over the back of my hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Loco. Thank you for joining us.”

Finally, he drops my hand and straightens up, focusing his attention on Rock.

“I ran into Black Wrath outside. Where’s Original Wrath?”

I have to duck my head to hide my snort of laughter. This man’s either ballsy or crazy.

Rock shows him to our table, and Wrath’s surprisingly friendly. Well, friendly for Wrath.

“Mrs. Wrath! Nice to see you.”

“Hi, Loco,” Trinity says, waving at him, but not moving from Wrath’s side.

Rock and Loco speak in low tones, but I catch Sparky’s name a few times.

“Is Sparky here yet?” I ask.

Rock glances up and nods. “He’s in the break room.”

“Oh, good.” I worry about Sparky spending so much time in the basement.

Wrath leans over to join Rock and Loco’s conversation, sort of squishing Trinity against me. “Let’s go dance,” she says, grabbing my hand. Wrath stands to let us out of the booth.

I have no intention of doing anything resembling dancing in a building full of half-naked, younger, professional dancers, but it’s a relief to get away from the men so they can “discuss business.”

“Now that’s a classy dame, Rock. Good for you,” Loco says, slapping me on the back. “I feel like we’ve entered a new phase in our relationship here. You lettin’ me near your precious and all.”

“You trying to do business or date me, Loco?”

“Tonight? Neither.”

“Well, reconsider, because I have someone coming I think you should meet.”

He raises an eyebrow, but before he has a chance to question it, Sway joins us, patting Loco’s shoulder to grab his attention.

While they talk, my gaze scans the crowd looking for Hope. She’s at the bar with Trinity and Willow—exactly where I want her if she’s not with me.

The DJ announces Swan’s performance and Hope rushes over with Trinity in tow. Our table’s more crowded now, so she ends up in my lap, which suits me fine.

“Have fun?”

“Sure. I always like talking to Willow.”

“You keep the club’s girls in line, Mrs. North?” Loco asks her.

Her forehead wrinkles and she shakes her head.

“You dance?”

“God, no. I’d trip over my own feet.”

Loco chuckles and sits back, spreading his arms over the back of the bench and not taking his eyes off my woman, which is starting to get real fucking annoying.

Hope’s saved from more questions and Loco’s saved from me breaking his face, by the lights going down and Swan taking the stage.