Page 38 of Patching Over

“Not sure what rules you’re talking about,” the redhead states, glancing at her friend whose wrists are now captured in one of Banshee’s hands.

“Know that one’s a lie because Leathyr told me she sat you both down and went over what’s expected of a club whore around here.”

“How do you know she wasn’t the one who lied?” Red, the name I’m gonna call her, sneers.

“Because she’s never lied about anything a day in her fucking life. Now get your fucking hands off him!” Pops roars out, causing both of them to stumble back and fall on their asses. “Seems you two are out before you even got the chance to ride biker cock. Sucks to be you, I’d say, but since you’re not staying, I don’t fucking care. Prospects! Get the trash out and hurry before the stench of their cheap-ass perfume ruins my good mood.”

The two new prospects rush over and help the women up before practically pushing them out the front door. “Looks like the twins were a good choice for prospecting,” Ban says, waving his hand for another longneck beer.

Stormy grabs several then brings them over. She nods at RiffRaff and states, “We thought they might be trouble, butHawg vetted them and told Leathyr to give them the talk and a chance. Looks like we might have dodged several bullets by getting rid of them. Glad you and Rooster are back, Banshee. Y’all have been missed.” With a wink, she moves back to the bar then immediately starts passing out drinks to the other brothers waiting.

Because of where I’m seated, I spot Rayleigh walking down the hallway, Hobbes riding on her shoulder as she heads toward the kitchen. Pops, seeing her as well, raises his brows then turns to me, asking, “When did Lorelei color her hair and how long has she had a damn cat?”

I watch Banshee’s face when he hears his mother’s name; the faint hope the past fifteen or so years were just a bad fucking dream. He turns and when he spots Rayleigh, he goes sheet white as the beer bottle drops from his fingers. When she turns, he whispers, “RyRy?”

The end…for now