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We stand around laughing and talking like we would be if we were planning on staying. When we hear the thud of the two men collapsing to the floor, we move quickly.

Star and Dixie leave their notes on the table before quickly running behind us. We jump in the van, and my heart is racing with nerves and excitement. Star is the last to jump in.

“Go, go, go!” she yells, her voice full of laughter.

“I brought this. Figured we might need it,” Rhea says, holding a bottle of tequila. Star takes it and knocks back a large gulp before coughing and spluttering from the burn of the alcohol.

“I’ve never felt more jealous until right now,” I moan.

Josie smirks. “I’m pretty sure you felt worse when watching that girl try to dry-hump Hap,” she points out with a giggle, clearly already feeling tipsy.

“This is a different type of jealousy. I don’t want to punch Star for drinking the tequila. I just have a feeling of longing,” I sigh.

Star pats my hand. “Only a few more months, then we will get you good and wasted.”

Twenty minutes later, Dixie yells, “We are here!” I squint my eyes through the window, seeing the lights are on.

Star reaches for the door and yanks it open. As we are all about to pile out, our phones all start going off. “Leave them in the van. We can call them after we are done here,” Star suggests.

We do as she says, and I lead the way into my sister’s house. Knowing the location of the spare key, I don’t bother knocking. After I unlock the door, we all file in. The girls are giggling and speaking in hushed voices as we make our way through the house, following the sound of voices in the garden. We step out onto the back decking, and Star moves to stand beside me.

“Good evening, we would like a word with Trent,” she sneers, ignoring the other people sitting around the table with them. My parents turn to face me, and my mother’s face contorts into one of disgust as she eyes me. My gaze flickers from them tothe banner pinned up.Congratulations on your engagement. “What the fuck,” Star mutters, noticing it the same time as me.

“Alina,” my sister calls, bringing my attention to her as she stands, her hand resting on her round stomach.

My lips part in shock. She must be at least six months. “Holy mother fucking shit!” Star screeches.

I frown. “How? When?” I ask, pleased to see that my sister at least has the decency to look a little ashamed.

“I swear, we only found out about four weeks ago. I wasn’t showing. I just thought I was getting fat,” she explains.

I feel sick to my stomach. While we were trying, my sister would have been pregnant. “I thought you couldn’t have kids. We had tests done,” I press.

“Apparently, I have a very accepting uterus.” Steph shrugs.

“Yeah, apparently it has no fucking standards,” Star quips.

“Well, I never!” my mom gasps in shock.

“Oh, come off it, Mom. You’re siding with your daughter that had an affair with your other daughter’s husband and is pregnant with him! Yet you’re offended by the word fuck?” I snap.

“Well, at least she’s expecting with a decent man. You get knocked up by a one-night stand with a biker of all people!” my mother says in a horrified tone.

“Exactly. He got the job done in one night. Something he wasn’t man enough to get done with months of trying!” I yell and point at Trent.

Star places her hand gently on mine. “Easy, don’t get too stressed,” she whispers in a calm tone. “I’ve got you,” she assures before stepping forward and sliding something on her hands.

“Star! You said you wouldn’t bring your brass knuckle dusters!” Dixie yells in protest.

Star turns her attention to Dixie. “I didn’t. These are my gold-plated ones,” she says with a wink.

“I’m just going to start the van up now so we have a quick getaway ready to go,” Dixie mutters, turning away.

I watch as Star approaches Trent, and his eyes go wide as he takes in her appearance. I almost smirk. Trent wouldn’t have a fucking clue how to handle a woman like Star.

“Punch him in his maggot dick, Star!” Josie cheers excitedly from behind me.

Star stops in front of Trent, smiling. “Geoffrey, do something,” my mother protests.

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