Page 22 of Fighting the Forbidden

“Go ahead. I’ll ride back with one of the guys tomorrow.”

“Did Vapor and Juliet decide if they’re coming?”

He picks up his cell phone and checks it. “No. Atlas is sick—they don’t want to bring him around the baby. Eraser and Ella are out too.”

“Fuck. Lost Kings are gonna start thinking we’re not committed to this support club pretty soon.”

“We’re not all obligated to go to everything.” He finishes cleaning off the table.

“You’re gonna make me ride home all by myself, ya dick?”

“I’m not making you do anything. You should come to the clubhouse with me.”

Why am I trying to talk him into coming home tonight? Let him go whore it up at the Lost Kings MC clubhouse.

I can stop by here and check on Molly. We can spend time together without Remy interfering. It’s perfect.

She hates being alone in the house more than anything. Remy knows that. So it won’t be weird if I stop by to check on her.

Maybe sleep on the couch.

No, that’s a bad idea.

But now I can’t get it out of my head.

Molly

I hate when Remy discusses me as if my opinion doesn’t matter. Sure, I would’ve liked to go to the party, but now that he’s decided I’ll be in the way, I’ll never tell him.

“Don’t worry about me.” I join them in the dining room.

Griff glances at me, then stops and does a slower inspection. I run my hands over the front of my short purple summer dress. It’s still a bit cold for it, and I’m not even sure I’ll end up wearing it tonight, but I enjoy the way Griff can’t seem to stop staring. Holding his gaze, I curl my hands in the sides of my dress and lift it a few inches, swishing the fabric around my legs. I once overheard the guys teasing Griff about being a “leg man,” and by the way his gaze follows the hem of my dress as it slides higher and higher, it must be true.

“Yeah, why’s that?” Remy shouts from the kitchen. The smirk in his question is clear enough without seeing his face. But he pops into the dining room a few seconds later. Yup, smirking. Jerk.

“I don’t want to go to your dumb party anyway.” I try to keep my voice even, but my mouth twists into a pout. “Hayden’s having a party. I’ll be at her place.”

Remy puts his hands on his hips, a sure signal he’s about to say something irritating. “Is it a sleepover?” He dips his chin. “Is that why you’re wearing your nightgown?”

“It’s not a nightgown. It’s a dress!”

Remy scoffs. “You’re going to freeze your ass off.”

“I’m just trying it on.” I roll my eyes. “No need to read me the weather forecast.”

“Who else is going to be at this party?” Griff asks.

“Yeah,” Remy echoes.

I glare at Griff. Why is he siding with my brother? “I don’t know. The usual crew. Jenn, Kyla, and Darcy. Wade said he’s stopping by too.”

“Little moneybags mingles with common folk?” Remy asks in a sarcastic tone. He glances at Griff. “I hate that kid.”

“You’ve met him once,” I protest.

“Once was enough,” Remy grumbles. “And I know his dickhead older brother. The twatwaffle doesn’t fall far from the toaster.”

I side-eye my brother. “That makes no sense.”

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