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“Good girl,” I coo at her, throw my leg over, sit on the softest bike seat to ever have been invented and set off.

DRMC, here I come.

Chapter 11

Tank

“What in the…?” Nitro mumbles under his breath and I follow his line of sight.

There, on a powder blue push bike with a sequin rainbow backpack is the woman who seems to always be in my thoughts.

“What the fuck is she doing?” I growl.

She’s weaving all over the main road out to the clubhouse. At one point she wobbles dangerously before righting herself.

“Why the hell is she dressed like a fucking rainbow threw up?” Nitro asks, slowing down as we pull up beside her.

“Writer Lady, what in the fuck are you doing?” I growl at her through the open window.

“Oh, hi Tyson! I’ve got to get to the clubhouse, I had a missed package delivery. They said it was redirected - whoa! Calm down Mrs. McKenzie! - argh, anyway, I’m on my way to the clubhouse,” She beams up at me while she has one hand on the fattest ginger cat I’ve ever seen, the other hand white knuckling the handlebar. “Mrs. McKenzie you settle down right this instant! You wanted this!” she screeches.

“Fuck this.” I mutter under my breath. “Mira, pull over, you too Nitro.” Nitro drives ahead of Mira, pulling over to the side of the road.

As soon as the car comes to a halt I get out, walk to the crazy woman, scoop the fat ginger cat up in one arm and carry him to the SUV. The Tombs’ stop their SUV further ahead, checking in on us so I wave my arm in a circle in the air then point straight ahead. Gus gives me a thumbs up out of his driver’s window and pulls back onto the road, heading to the clubhouse.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

“Mira, get in the car. You’ll hurt yourself biking with this fatty,” I yell back to her, placing the so called Mrs. McKenzie gently in the back seat.

Turning to look back at Mira, she has her arms crossed over her chest, pushing up those plump tits of hers, but her lips are twitching as she watches me. I gesture to the car and she rolls her eyes, dismounting her bike and pushing it toward me.

“I can bike the rest of the way if you want to take Mrs. McKenzie?”

“Nope. Get your pretty little ass in the car with that monster cat of yours and I’ll load your bike in the back.”

She grins at me and then sashays off. “He said I had a little ass,” she squeals to herself.

“Pretty little ass.” I correct her, shaking my head as I push her bright yellow bike with goddamn spoke decals to the trunk, opening the back and placing her bike in the back of the SUV.

Shutting her up nice and tight I climb back inside, slamming my car door behind me, staring straight ahead, waiting for Nitro to pull out. I can see his asshole grin from the corner of my eye but I ignore him and the beautiful menace in the backseat.

“Thanks for the ride guys. I didn’t think Mrs. Mac would be such a pain on the bike but alas, cycling is not in the cards forher.” Mira laments, giving her cat pets on its fat belly while it snores in the backseat.

“Why the hell were you biking with a cat anyway?” Nitro asks.

“Oh, I heard a noise on my front porch and when I went to look I saw a card saying I had a package delivery, but it was redirected to the clubhouse. It seemed hinky so I was making my way to DRMC to intercept it.” She shrugs one shoulder, the motion causing her tits to jiggle in the brightly colored blouse she’s wearing.

“Shit. Do you think it was the guy?” Nitro asks her.

“The guy?”

“You know, the guy that’s doing this,” Nitro answers.

I flick my eyes to the rearview so I can gauge her reaction. Her brows are furrowed and she’s chewing on her plump lower lip. Why the hell does she have to be so sexy? She frowns for a moment then shakes her head, her blonde hair flying in all directions.

“How do you know it’s a man? It could be anyone. Most of my fans are women.”

I spin to look at her. “Do you think it’s a woman doing this?”

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