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“No.”

Her response was clipped, but before I could ask her about her tone, Moon came up and dapped me up.

“Wassup, stranger.”

I shook my head and warned, “Don’t you start on that shit too.”

He took the chair opposite us and replied, “I’m just saying. Shorty must keep your hands full. You ain’t ever stayed awayfrom the clubhouse this much. Shit, even during the height of COVID, your ass was here every day.”

“There’s a lot going on,” I answered, not wanting September to get the wrong idea either. “I’ve been handling a lot of business throughout the day, and then I have to get back to check on her, make sure she eats and shit.”

September sighed. “I’m not a pet, and you can quit talking about me as if I weren’t here.”

“Nah, you’re just a little runaway,” I replied, surprised at my teasing tone.

“You could’ve left her here.”

“Who was gonna watch over her?”

Moon slapped his hand against his chest. “I’m hurt, my nigga. You saying you don’t trust your homies to watch her?”

“I’m saying she’s crafty, and I know y’all ain’t even ready for her.”

“What you saying?” Moon asked and chuckled.

“The girl’s got moves, and she’s got heart,” I answered and looked at September.

I could tell she tried hard as hell not to smile at the backhanded compliment I had paid her.

“I know you see a lot of shit going on around here,” Moon remarked and looked at September. “But we’re not a bad group at all.”

“Oh, I can tell by the way that woman’s lying on the pool table, and the guys are taking shots on her crotch. A real classy group,” she replied snidely.

I almost spit my beer out from laughter, but I managed to choke it down.

Moon looked over his shoulder and laughed. I could feel September’s curiosity and the sexual tension that emanated from her. I knew that she was turned on, but it probably horrified her that she felt that way.

“Spank is a freak,” Moon declared and waved his hand at the sight.

Spank was laid out on the pool table with her legs spread wide open, and a few of the brothers who weren’t council members took shots off her barely covered pussy.

“I’d say the men are too,” September challenged.

“They’re a bunch of overgrown hormonal teenaged boys who just hit puberty,” I replied.

“That’s exactly what they’re acting like. Still no excuse for their behavior, and it doesn’t make them better than her,” she responded.

“You’re right, it doesn’t. But they’re cool. They’re good guys, and they don’t give me any trouble,” I mumbled.

“Yeah, but I see who is about to give you trouble,” Moon spoke up.

I turned to look in the direction he was looking in, and I saw Cheekz marching our way.

“Priest,” she greeted and dropped down onto the couch on the other side of me.

“What’s up?” I asked and turned my beer up to my lips.

Cheekz leaned into my side and lifted my arm around her. I could feel September tense up on the other side of me, but I ignored it.

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