Gunner POV
It was hard leaving Cora in the members' area, with no one to talk to, but there was little I could do about that. I didn't want her sitting at the bar, getting hit on by every single man in the club, and a few married ones, if they thought they could get away with it. I would be knocking teeth out by the end of the day, and it would be all my fault for letting her be hit on.
At least she had some food to keep her going for a while.
"Sh.it, have you tasted those pies? One of them burned my mouth off." One of the club members was shouting, grabbing our attention.
"What pies?" Another asked looked at the pies with different letters on them.
I moved to look, took one of each, and ate them.
"Easy, guys, you don't want a hot one, don't eat the one with the letter H on it." I be
