Page 21 of His Old Lady

She'd spent time with Faye while he'd gone with the club out of state. Obviously, the two women had reconnected, and now Tracy was coming to her friend's defense.

"Faye's not getting hurt," he said.

Getting relief and fucking were too different things. It came with the lifestyle. There was a line he never crossed.

"Think what you want if it makes you sleep better at night." Tracy scoffed. "I need to go. My man is coming home to my bed."

Letting her have the parting shot, he was more interested in why Tracy felt the need to mouth off to him. She'd always gotten along with him.

Hell, she was a kid of Tarkio and had grown up within the club. There were many nights, he'd crashed on her couch because she hated staying at the house alone after her parents were killed.

Until now, she had never even disagreed with him.

Tracy backed the truck out of the lot. No longer in the mood to go inside the clubhouse, Curley strolled over to his Harley and headed home.

His thoughts kept going back to what Faye could've told Tracy about their relationship. He'd claimed her years ago, and they went their separate ways. There was nothing to talk about.

He lived his life, and Faye lived hers. The two of them couldn't last more than two minutes together without arguing.

Tracy had no right to judge what he wanted to do in his free time. For all he cared, Faye could be fucking half the population of Superior.

Except, he knew she wasn't.

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