The Bad Boy's Promises

Meeting Mac

Nova

It seems the family dinner didn't scare off Bob. He assumed we had a dysfunctional family. Oh, he has no idea how dysfunctional we are. Since I subjected Kendall to my family dinner, he returned the favor and took me to meet Mac.

Kendall and I entered the house to find Riley and Gianna lounging in the living room.

I glanced at Kendall curiously. "I thought we were having family dinner."

"We are."

"Why is Gianna here?"

"Because she's our baby sister." Kendall walked toward Riley and Gianna, leaving me to process this newest information.

What the mother frick?

"You seem confused," Riley mentioned to me.

I strolled toward Riley and Gianna. "Well, yeah. Ken Doll drops a bombshell on me and walks away like it's no big deal. How the hell do I process this information about Gianna? Wait. I thought Gianna's dad was a club brother."

"He is."

"But you're siblings," I pointed out. Did they not understand the concept of siblings? You need to share a parent.

"My dad is..." Gianna said.

"Me," a deep voice said from behind me.

I whirled to find a guy standing behind me.

"Nova, meet my dad, Mac," Gianna said.

I expected a burly biker with a billion tattoos like Cress. Nope, Mac was nothing like what I imagined. He had short dark hair, a lean muscular build, and a few tattoos. He was the complete opposite of Cress.

There goes my idea of having a bestie like I do with Cress. Cress denies we're besties, but we bonded when I tried to leave. I prefer my besties to be surly bikers with a permanent scowl on their faces.

Mac walked toward me and extended his hand. I shook it firmly. You never want to display weakness with a biker. They will eat you up and spit you out, then do it again. Yeah, that's not happening unless Mac criticizes The Golden Girls. You don't disrespect the girls. They're my spirit animals.

Mac released my hand and raised his brow. "What? You seem like you're trying to analyze me."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Do you watch The Golden Girls?"

"What?" Mac gave me a sideways glance.

"The Golden Girls. You know, Dorothy, Blanche, Rose, and Sophia. They're seniors who live together in Florida."

"I know what The Golden Girls are. Why are you asking me about them?" He put his hands on his waist.

"I need to know if I can trust you. If you watch The Golden Girls, you pass. If not, we got problems, buddy."

"Are you being serious?"

"Like a heart attack. My dad is the president of the Vicious Angels. He watches The Golden Girls. He has shit taste in women but not with my girls. So, do you watch The Golden Girls?"

"Sometimes. Why?"

"Who's your favorite?"

For a biker, he seemed confused by my answer.

Mac glanced past me to look at something. I turned my head to see the others sitting there without a care in the world.

"I like Dorothy," Mac said.

I pursed my lips before shrugging. "Okay. Fine. You seem like an alright guy."

"You're one tough woman."