Glory
Carlo stared at me curiously. “A proposition? Surely you don’t think you can negotiate on behalf of your father?”
“I am negotiating as the Ol’Lady of the President of Hells Outcasts.”
Carlo chuckled, his brown eyes twinkling. He looked softer when he was smiling and more handsome. “Well, that was a mouthful. What in the world are the Hell’s Outcasts?”
“It’s a biker club. One of the most powerful in Georgia, probably the East Coast. We run things here.” I explained.
“This is quite interesting. The bounty hunter, is he a biker too?”
I decided it was wise not to lie to Carlo. “He is the president of the Road Masters. My boyfriend and Falcon are friends.”
“Ahhhhh. And the three of you cooked up this little scheme, did you? Don’t lie to me, principessa. I smelled it a mile away.” C
