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“But we will already be there for them later tonight,” Bambi explains.

Ghost turns his gaze slowly to him, a look of pure anger and death directed at Bambi. “I don’t give a fuck. I am giving you the order now. You do what I say, what you are ordered to do. Now go follow them, stay out of sight, and trail them. Want a report every hour. Send me a text with a photo of them. Do I make myself fucking clear?” Ghost growls. Bambi and Happ nod. “Good.” Ghost nods. “Now fuck off,” he seethes. They both turn to leave, but before they could walk through the door, Ghost stops them. “Bambi, you ever question my order again, you will be stripped from this club,” Ghost threatens. Bambi’s eyes are wide as he nods and leaves.

As much as Bambi is a fuck up, all he has is this club. Without it he would be back on the streets, fighting to survive. However, he must learn. He needs to earn the respect of the club, but more importantly, he needs to earn the respect of Ghost.

“You really think they’re up to something?” Beast asks.

“Without a fucking doubt. I know my woman, and I know when she is lying. Plus, I spoke with Rip earlier, who confirmed that they are not attending the Gala tonight. Rose was supposed to cover for them, but Rip soon got her talking.” Ghost smirks.

I spin around and look at him. “Jesus, you’re fucking kidding me?”

Ghost shakes his head. “Nope,” he says as he walks to the couch opposite me and takes a seat.

“So, when do we go after them?” I ask, now knowing why Rhea had kissed me as a distraction. Although by her whimper, she wasn’t expecting me to kiss her back like that.

“We aren’t,” Ghost states.

Beast stands. “I ain’t about to let my woman, my pregnant woman, go somewhere I don’t know if she’s going to be safe.”

“Sit your ass down. Why do you think I sent the prospects after them?” Ghost sighs. “They will ring as soon as they know where they are. If there is any trouble, we go to them. If there isn’t, I say we wait. Wait for them to come back and play this to our advantage.” Ghost smiles.

That had the brothers’ attention. Rage walks in after saying goodbye to Dixie and takes a seat. “Why have you got the prospects following them?” he asks.

“Because they lied. They aren’t going to the Gala,” Hawk informs him.

Rage looks to all of us, his face void of expression. “I know, they’ve gone out,” he says with a shrug.

That has our attention. “You mean to say you know where they’ve gone?” Cash asks.

Rage nods. “Yeah, Dixie told me that it was a girls’ only night. That’s why I couldn’t go or follow them, because it would break the rule of it being a girls’ only night,” he states firmly. “So, I gave her a handgun, taser, switch blade, and some mace,” he says, shrugging.

“Well, I guess that eases your worries about them being in any trouble tonight.” I cough back a laugh.

“If anyone even attempts to threaten her, or any of the others and Star finds out that Dixie has all that on her, there will be fucking trouble, and it will be Star fucking causing it,” Ghost states, amusement in his eyes.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

RHEA

I kissed him!I kissed Acid, oh my fucking god. If it didn’t go awkward enough after we saw each other naked, that kiss will just add to the awkwardness. I want the ground to swallow me up. I feel nauseous. Although it felt good, so good, I swear I could still feel him on my lips.

“So, are we going to discuss the tongue lashing you and Acid were having?” Josie asks, a huge smile on her lips as one of the hairdressers curls her hair.

“Yes! I was so tempted to confess to Beast about the night out, just so I could sit with a bowl of popcorn and watch the drama unfold between you two,” Belle adds.

All of us are sat in a long line in the salon. I was having my make-up done with Star, and the others were having their hair styled. I gestured that I couldn’t talk as a woman was applying lipstick to my lips.

“You can remain tight-lipped for now, however we will not let this slide,” Star warns, a smile playing on her lips. Somewhere at the club there is a bottle of tequila with my name on it.

We stay in the salon for around 3 hours, all taking it in turns to have our hair and make-up done. I look at all of them, all completely unaware just how stunning they are. They are all verydifferent women with different personalities, but they all have big hearts which shone through, adding to their beauty. Was I jealous? Maybe slightly. I’ve always been a plain Jane. Just brown hair and brown eyes. Nothing unusual, and nothing eye-catching. Maybe I’m jealous, because they are nice people too, but somehow it doesn’t seem fair that they have it all.

We all walk into the store where Star had given the owner our sizes. She’d told the owner to make our outfits sexy. I could feel my palms sweating. Star had the confidence and figure to wear whatever she wanted. They all did, even pregnant Belle had the perfect hour-glass shape, and Josie was curvy, the kind of curves men demand. Then she opened her mouth, and her British accent came out. As much as I felt pretty with my hair in a lightly curled blow out with curtain bangs, my make up light apart from the shimmery smoky eyes, next to these women I felt as I always felt. Average.

“So, you and my brother,” Nova says, standing next to me, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Oh, um,” I stutter. “There isn’t, er...” I struggle to find the words.

Nova smiles, her beautiful blue eyes—the same eyes as her brother’s—sparkling with amusement. “I’m just teasing. It’s none of my business.” She winks.

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