Chapter 1-4
375 Words
JORDAN STUDIED THE man next to him and he had to admit, he had some of Trevor’s mannerisms. Like the way he held his head to the side when he talked, and the smile. They definitely had the same mouth and chin. As far as Graham’s other features, his jet-black hair and darker skin tone reminded him a little of his own, which he’d inherited from his old man, Acid.
What if he was Acid’s?
If that were the case, he couldn’t exactly blame Mavis for trying to keep her pregnancy a secret from the bastard. He would have fought tooth-and-nail for Graham. For his property. Acid had been a homicidal maniac who’d taken pleasure in torturing anyone unable to defend themselves. Jordan still had scars, both physically and emotionally, from living with the scumbag.
“So, where do you guys live?” Graham asked as they began to walk.
“Jensen,” he replied, which wasn’t too far from Davenport, where he’d learned Graham lived. “By the way, Trevor is a member of the Gold Vipers. He’s the V.P.”
Graham stopped abruptly, a shocked look on his face. “You’re kidding me? Ya know what? I think we’ve met before.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Just briefly,” he said, a funny smile on his face. “At Sal’s. I also met Tank there a couple of times. He and his wife Raina own that bar, right?”
“Yep.”
“Small world,” Graham said. “So, are you a member of the Gold Vipers as well? I noticed you’re not wearing any of their club patches.”
“Nope. It’s not my thing.”
“Why not?”
“I prefer solitude. And privacy.”
Getting the point, Graham nodded and said no more.
When they got into Jordan’s SUV, he asked Graham if he’d like to stop home or go straight to the clubhouse.
“The Gold Vipers’ clubhouse?” he asked, surprised.
“Yeah. They’re throwing you a party. It’s supposed to be a surprise, but if I were in your shoes, I’d want to know about it first.”
“You’re shitting me?” Graham said in disbelief. “The Gold Vipers are throwing me a party?”
“Yeah. Get used to it. Trevor’s accepted you into the family already, which means his club brothers are willing to as well.”
“Wow, that’s heavy,” he replied, looking thoughtful. “What kind of party are we talking?”
Jordan smirked. “Since I ruined the surprise already, I’ll let you see for yourself.”
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