Thursday Morning — Natalie's POV
By the time we arrived at the Hell Riders clubhouse, I was exhausted, hungry, and thoroughly pissed off.
I wanted food, a shower, and my bed.
Instead, I was being escorted into the clubhouse by an overgrown, possessive asshole.
Wonderful.
Butcher directed me toward the couches, where Valerie and Jack were sitting.
“Natalie, honey. You look annoyed,” Valerie observed.
I chuckled.
“Yep. What can I say that you don't already know? Your son is annoying.”
Jack laughed.
“Morning, Natalie.”
“Hey, Jack.”
Valerie patted the couch.
“Sit down, sweetheart.”
I gratefully lowered myself beside her.
“Don't worry, honey,” Valerie said.
“I'll have Jack beat him for you.”
I smiled.
“I'd pay good money to watch that.”
Jack shook his head.
“Thanks for volu
