Page 80 of Disturbed Lucidity

TBAR high-five’d KROD again. “First one to catch a shark wins?”

“And buys the beer.”

I really worried about those two.

Neither one had a fucking functioning brain cell between them.

Leaving Mouth to handle those two, I walked over to where Ivy was, only to stop halfway when Logic gave a slight shake of his head, halting me in my tracks. “Why did you do it, Ivy?”

“Because she pissed me off,” my crazy-assed troublemaker muttered.

“Help me out here, Ivy,” Logic groaned. “Just because Gina was being a bitch and mouthing off, didn’t give you the right to kill her. People are going to say all kinds of hurtful things. Are you going to kill them all?”

“No.”

“Then why her?”

“Because she said I couldn’t give Luc what he really wanted, and she was right. I can’t.”

Frowning, I stepped into the shadows so I could hear her better. While I typically wouldn’t give two shits about what she and Logic discussed, the inflection in her voice told me that what she was about to say was important, and I wanted to know what the fuck it was.

“Ivy, how do you know what he wants unless you ask him?”

“I don’t, okay!” she shouted, getting agitated again.

“Enough,” I declared, making myself known. “She’s had enough today. Just leave it for another day.”

Logic sighed but nodded and got to his feet.

“I’ll go help the Plebs.”

I hated seeing her upset. In fact, I was getting really tired of it. It seemed every time she just started to be herself again, shit happened and knocked her back down. The poor woman couldn’t catch a fucking break, and I was fucking tired of the world beating her down. She’d suffered enough already, and I would be damned to Hell before I let one more person destroy what was left of her.

Enough was enough.

Later that same day, I watched Ivy joke around with Mouth, who played at being annoyed. She was having a good time. There was a lightness to the club whenever Ivy was in a good mood.

She seemed to have an effect on everyone. Her laughter was infectious.

Me included.

“Come on, Mouth. Please?” Ivy needled the grumpy man, who rolled his eyes, hiding his smirk. “I’ll be good.”

“Ha!” the man huffed. “You, be good? I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Come on,” she groaned. “I really want to learn.”

“Then have one of the other brothers teach you. Trash is really good, I hear.”

My enforcer frowned, got up from his spot, and walked away. Smirking, I just shook my head. Ivy was definitely barking up the wrong tree if she thought Trash would teach her anything.

“I don’t want Trash to teach me. He’s still undecided about what pussy he wants.”

Slash spit his beer across the bar and choked. “What the fuck?”

Waving him off, Ivy just scoffed, “It’s nothing. My old neighbor at the apartment complex has a litter of kittens, and Trash wants one but won’t tell me what color pussy he wants.”

“Jesus Christ,” Slash groaned, getting to his feet and walking away.

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