Harlow
“I’ve been doing some thinking,” Stella said as we made our way to the porch. “I wanted to say I’m sorry for being such an a**hole at the potluck. You saved my life yesterday.”
“I don’t know about that,” I said.
“No, seriously. I know I just took a shot to the leg, but if you hadn’t helped me get outta there, I might have been one of the wolves that was buried today. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“And I wanted to ask you something,” she added. “Do you think you could put in a word with Bonnie? If she’d let me, I’d really like to be a prospect for the Blood Dogs.”
That took me completely by surprise.
“I don’t wanna be a sweet butt anymore,” Stella said. “I’ve been hanging around the Howlers hoping that one of them will realize I’ll be a good mate. Yesterday was a wake-up call. I don’t wanna die waiting for some guy to finally decide that I’m worth it. I wanna find worth in myself. I’d like to be a real MC member. Do you think Bonnie would go for it?”