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I followed after them, picking up Wolf’s card on the way out and putting it back in his wallet before slipping it into my back pocket as I pushed throughthedoor.

All of them stood gathered around my car at a door each. My little red Volkswagen Beetle looked tiny surrounded by the towering masses, even while temporarily incapacitated. I walked to the front, seeing Jax and Pretty squabbling over the front passenger door. I watched, unamused, as Jax kicked Pretty in his gimp leg, sending himstaggeringback.

Pretty was more than ready to punch him back in his handsome face when I swaggered up between them. “Mint, you’re in thefront.”

Pretty and Jax both frownedatme.

“Would you rather walk?” I warned, not in the mood to deal with their sibling-like squabbling as I eyed up Mint, who looked ready to throw up. I wasn’t even going to pick them up, until I pissed off Wolf—and almost knocked him out. Still, it wasn’t my loss if they hadtowalk.

The two read as much in my gaze and didn’t say another word as they climbed into the back seats before Mint dropped into the front. I slipped into my front seat and rolled down Mint’s window. “Your head isn’t allowed in this car,” I warned. “This thing is a bitch to clean, and I won’t hesitate to bury you alive if you throw upinit.”

Mint scowled at me, about to open his mouth to no doubt bitch at me with his poor attitude, when Jax poked his head up front. “I’d listen to her, brother. Should have seen her when I took Pretty and Hunter outlasttime.”

“Fuck’s sake,” he hissed but leaned his head out thewindow.

I didn’t realize all it took was a hangover from hell to get Mint to talksomuch.

“Don’t sound so smug, Jax,” I said, looking through my rearview mirror to see him with his arms folded behind the back of his head. He was squashed up next to Pretty, who seemed determined not to talk to him. “The only reason Wolf isn’t picking you up is because he probably has aconcussion.”

Jax laughed. “What’d you dothistime?”

“I think that’s the least of your problems.” I gave a dark chuckle. “Wolf knows you fed him your bullshit moonshine last night. I’m handing your fine ass over as soon as wegetback.”

His smile fell off his face, and I almost laughed at the fear that replaced it. “Shit,” he breathed, not even able to latch his narcissism onto my compliment of his ass. “You can’t let him at me when you’ve pissed him offfirst!”

“He hits you because he loves you,” I teased, turning on the engine and pulling my car out ontotheroad.

“Does that mean the reason you gave him a concussion is because you wanna ride Prez’s dick?” he taunted, his classic grin back onhisface.

“Not as much as I want to snap yours off right now,” Iretorted.

“Jeez, woman. You always get defensive when it comes to Wolf.” Jax laughed. “Has Prez finally gotten underyourskin?”

“Shut the fuck up, Jax,” Mint hissed. “Don’t need to hear your voice all thewayback.”

Fellpeak was a small town, so the journey home took only fiveminutes.

“Don’t be such a spoilsport just because you can’t handle your booze,” Jaxargued.

Ten minutes ifyouwalk.

“That shit ain’t booze. It’s fucking poison,” Mintsnappedback.

Not to mention, it was nice weather considering itwasfall.

“Shut up, both of you,” Prettygrowled.

“Oh, fuck off, Pretty. You drank that shit, too. Don’t go barking up my ass,” Jaxgroaned.

The breaks screeched and the car jerked forward as it came to a sudden halt. The smell of burning rubber filled my nose as I pried my stiff hands from the steering wheel and turned in my seat. Mint had his door open, his body leaning out of the car, throwing up, while Jax and Pretty both pinned themselves against the back seats, their eyes looking anywherebutmine.

“Walk.”

“What?” Jax jerked up inhisseat.

“Get out,” I repeated, slow and careful, making sure to punctuate each sound. “Andwalk.”

Pretty was out of the car in seconds, and although Jax hesitated for a moment, I saw him slowly open the door and step out before they both came around to the passenger door and helped Mint tohisfeet.

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