I pull her chin up gently, then latching my lips over hers, I pull her on top and slide her down over my dick. I have a lifetime of this to make up for, because once she leaves, I’ll never be able to get it back again.

– Scotch –

Aftermath

“I heard there was a girl fight in town today.” Luc’s teasing face pops up as soon as I walk through the doors. I stop on the spot and look around. Angelo watches me through his lashes while he pretends to be busy at his keyboard, and Marc slams his case shut after he pulls out his guitar.

My body is still revving from my time with Sammy, but I have work to do, and I’m already mourning something I’m certain won’t be available to me again when I go home.

“Hey.” I walk toward the stage with my guitar over my shoulder, and stepping up, I throw a stack of papers onto Ang’s keyboard. “I have new stuff.”

Luc smirks arrogantly. “I knew you would. What happened today with the girls? Rumors are flying, bro.”

I don’t miss Tink as she walks by the stage with a load of bottles in her arms and a sassy smirk on her face. Rumors, indeed.

“Brat was ready for a throw down. Certain other women in town were willing to just stand back and watch.”

“We would have stopped it,” Tink calls out. “Kit told Britt to cool it. How’m I supposed to know she’s yours? Brat is part of my tribe, I don’t know that other chick.”

I roll my eyes and turn to her. “While I adore the fact that you have my sister’s back, I need you all to not attack Sammy in the street.”

“So what happened?” Luc repeats.

“Jack stopped Brat from almost kicking Sammy’s face in. Britt cussed me out for not kicking Sammy’s face in myself. Britt was sent home with a warning from the chief, and, it turns out, Sammy found out in that moment that her lawyer liaison is none other than Juliette, my almost sister-in-law.”

“No shit?” Angelo murmurs. “How’s that not a conflict of interest?”

“She’s not Sammy’s lawyer. She was Lily’s mom’s lawyer. Now she’s basically just a spectator with a giant bucket of popcorn in her lap.”

“And Sammy didn’t know?”

“Nope. She was blindsided. And she’s pretty fucking pissed at the world. We got home and she was ready to smash me Hulk style.”

“You got home?” Tink asks, stepping close to the stage and resting her box by my feet. She’s not even trying not to listen in anymore. “She’s still staying with you?”

“She’ll be with me for a while, at least until Lily is finalized.”

“Who the hell is Lily?”

I sigh. “Lily is Sammy’s daughter.”

“But that’s not your kid, right?” She looks around our group. “I just want to get the timeline right. I don’t know if you know, but you haven’t actually told me shit.”

“That’s probably because it’s none of your damn business, T.”

“I was witness to an almost smackdown today, and now I’m copping shit because I didn’t step in the middle. Either it’s my business, or it’s not, Samuel. Make up your mind.”

“Lily’s not his,” Marc snaps out. “Sammy is a chick he dated back in high school. They got married on a whim. He knocked her up. He stepped up to the plate, but before he could take care of her, she took care of it herself. She killed her baby and ditched town. The end.”

I turn and glare at him. “Stop it, Marc.”

“Stop what?” he taunts. “Which part of all that was untrue?”

“How about you just be a little more sensitive? Dick. I know how it went down. I was there.”

“Which is why I don’t understand why you didn’t boot her ass to the curb already. You shouldn’t have even let her into your apartment. She’s no good for you, Scotch. She didn’t just disrespect your friends or family. She killed your kid!”

“Hey now.” Tink frowns. “Back it up. How do you mean she--”