**Thalia
“Someone get Romy out of here. I need to hear from her why she refused to join us,” the Prez ordered and the lady who had just made the reports started leaving the gathering.
Vito held my palms in his and whispered to me, "Don't be scared, okay?”
“I'm not!” I answered. “I'm just scared that your club would want us to separate.”
He shook his head. "That's not gonna happen.”
I chuckled and gently dropped my empty dish on the floor, on his, then relaxed even more. Since I came in here, it had always been Romy trying to get at me for every little reason, and if I handled her the way she acted, they would call a meeting for me.
If Vito wasn't a biker, why would I be in their midst? The other lady was speaking as though there was a privilege from dating a biker, and I would regre
