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I nod as I spot her car up ahead. “An electric car?” I ask.

She smiles. “Yes, I feel like we all need to do our bit for the environment.”

I take a pull of my cigarette. “Yeah, you’re not wrong there sweetheart, but I fucking hate electric cars,” I state. She blanches at my bluntness. I hold out my hand. “Key?” I ask.

She frowns at me. “There is no key. I have this, and you press the brake while placing this on the centre console,” she states, holding up a card that looks like a hotel key card. I take the card form her hand and get in. “Er, can you not smoke in the car?” she adds.

I look up at her with my cigarette hanging out of my mouth. I remove it and flick it across the road. Everything lights up and the screen comes on. “When did you last charge it?” I ask, looking up at her. She shrugs. “That’s your problem. You got a charging cable on you? You can plug it in at the garage,” I tell her.

She nods as she pulls out her phone. “Oh yes, I have a notification about my battery.” She laughs. “I didn’t look at my phone while driving.” She tuts.

I get out of the car. “Let me get some of my brothers and we will push it down to the garage, then you can charge and be on your way,” I state.

“Okay great, thank you. I will wait here.” She smiles.

I nod and walk back to the club, sending a text to Scar.

A: You are going to kick yourself for leaving. Hot posh woman broken down at the club.

S: What the fuck? Keep her there. I’m on my fucking way.

I laugh and shake my head. That will be tonight’s entertainment.

CHAPTER FOUR

RHEA

“What doyou think she does for a living to be able to buy those shoes and that handbag?” Maggie whispers.

Star scoffs. “Probably born into it.”

We all sit at the far table watching Scar try and fail to chat her up. Meanwhile, the rest of the brothers stand on the other side of the bar watching, fighting back their laughter while placing bets on whether or not Scar will fuck her.

“I kind of feel sorry for her,” I state. Maggie’s and Star’s gazes snap in my direction.

“Oh, come on. How can you feel sorry for Miss Snooty? She has done nothing but look down her nose at all of us and the club,” Star points out.

“I mean, sure. But she’s a woman on her own, in a place she doesn’t know, surrounded by some scary looking guys,” I point out.

Star and Maggie sigh. “God damn it, you’re right, and too nice. Right, I will go and offer her the olive branch of sisterhood,” Star says. As she walks over there, Maggie and I turn around to watch. Star says something to her, smiling as she gestures to us. The woman turns around to look at us and we give her a little wave. She looks unamused as she turns herattention back to Star. I’m not sure what she says, but Star’s smile falls, and she starts looking pissed off.

“Uh-oh. This isn’t going to be good,” Maggie mutters as she gets up from the couch. I quickly get up and follow her.

“I mean, no offence of course. It’s just that you and I are from different circles. I don’t have friends like you, and frankly, I don’t want friends like you. You have no benefit for me, you have no connections that would help or improve my chances when needed. The circle I am a part of wouldn’t be seen with the likes of you, or well, any of you. If anything, being here lowers my social standing,” she states.

“What a bitch,” I mutter.

“These people are helping you. You are charging your car because apparently, even though you have money, you are too fucking thick to know when to charge your car,” Star spits angrily.

“Well, I never!” the woman exclaims, clutching her pearls.

“Get her out of here before I smash her botoxed, collagen filled face in,” Star threatens.

“Damn it. So close,” Scar sighs.

“But my car isn’t fully charged,” the woman protests.

“Then you best get to where you are going quickly,” Star snaps.

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