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Star: Ffs, yes Josie, there are pom-poms.

Josie: Score! I’m in.

Maggie: It goes without saying I’m in. I’m looking forward to releasing some of this feminine rage.

Rhea: Count me in.

Nova: I think this is better than a bachelor party, so of course I’m in.

Alina: Thank you guys. <3

Star: @Dixie, you 100% in?

Dixie: I’m in. I will drive, but I’m not lying to Rage.

Star: Dixie! Please.

Josie: Why don’t we bring Rage?

Star: Because he would actually torture Alina’s ex.

Josie: Damn. Good point.

Dixie: Fine, but on one condition.

Star: Name it.

Dixie: You leave your brass knuckle dusters behind.

Star: Fine. Deal.

Star clears her throat. “Right, let’s look in the attic for the outfits.” She smirks.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

ALINA

Jesus Christ,I look like an old hooker, and by that I mean a hooker in a cheerleader costume that barely covers my ass. I grab the pom-poms and glare at the others, but Josie is busy doing kick jumps, shaking her pom-poms while laughing.

“Okay, I think this is going to be more painful for me than it is for my ex,” I complain.

“You look hot,” Maggie counters.

“I look like a trashy mother that is still living in her past, thinking she still has a chance with the quarterback and will make prom queen,” I huff.

Maggie throws her head back, laughing. “No, you don’t. I think you really don’t get how hot you are. Plus, you are only a couple of years older than us. You need to chill, Grandma.” She winks.

I flip her off at the grandma comment, and she laughs. I snort back a laugh as I look around the room and see all of us dressed like trashy cheerleaders. Never in a million years would I have imagined myself standing here now, dressed like this, surrounded by ol’ ladies of an outlaw biker club.

“Okay, ready?” Star asks, her tits practically bursting free from her top.

We all nod. “Sure, I guess. I don’t like lying to Rage, though,” Dixie sighs.

“Look, it’s simple. You can leave a note for him when we are at the club. They will realise we’ve done a runner within thirty minutes of us leaving. Your note will reassure him. I have my own note for Ghost,” Stars says with a glint in her eyes.

“Let me guess, it’s something filthy?” Josie asks with a roll of her eyes.

“No, it’s simple. It says, ‘Chase me, Casper’.” She shrugs.

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