Page 28 of Hendrix

My lips twitched. “The Wyoming women insisted their men got involved in Anna’s rescue. Breaker drew the short straw.”

Pyro rolled his eyes.

Diablo shook his head, seemingly disgusted, and muttered, “Pussy whipped.”

“Have some respect,” Blade snapped. “That’s your mother chapter and your boss. You assholes have a lot to say, but I don’t see you flapping your gums to their faces.”

My enforcer ducked his chin, suitably chastised.

To an outsider, the Wyoming boys may have appeared to be under their women’s thumbs, but it worked both ways. I suspected the women had talked amongst themselves—and no doubt colluded with Freya, Colt’s ol’ lady.

They’d all seen Breaker in action. When he morphed into soldier mode, there wasn’t another man alive I’d want to fight by my side. He was a killing machine, and the women knew exactly what they were doing by sending him.

If I got taken out while trying to save Anna, Breaker would get her to safety, even if it meant slitting every throat in the vicinity. We may have been going into the lion’s den, but Breaker was the monster the lions had nightmares about, and those women knew it.

I leaned forward, elbows to the table. “Right. We’ve got a team. As soon as Breaker arrives, the four of us sit down and plan. If anyone wants a powwow in the meantime, my door’s open.” I looked around the table. “Any other business?”

“Yeah,” Blade piped up. “I got something to say.”

I looked at him expectantly.

“Sara’s ass is getting kicked out,” he announced.

“But she gives head like a vacuum,” Trick exclaimed. “The bitch can suck a man’s soul out of his peepee hole.”

“I can vouch for that,” Pyro agreed, grinning widely.

The men chuckled.

“She’s only been here a few weeks,” Ice pointed out. “What the fuck did she do to get thrown out already?”

Blade tipped his chin up. “She gave Carrie shit.”

Angry mutters went up, and the air in the room seemed to turn.

After a brief silence, Iceman jerked a nod, his mouth setting into an angry line. “Then yeah... she’s out.”

“I’ll help her pack,” Gambit declared.

“Nobody fucks with our Carrie,” Bones interjected.

“Did any of the other girls mouth off to her?” Diablo asked. “’Cause they’ll be out too. Think it’s about time we laid down the law. Those ladies need a pep talk.”

Dad shifted in his seat. “This is the problem. The club girls get complacent. After a while, they start to believe that just because you men fuck ‘em, they own your dicks.”

Gambit nodded his agreement. “They’re startin’ to chat too much shite for my liking. Asked Daisy to clear the kitchen table last week and she told me she was too busy.” He shook his head. “Too busy doin’ what? Sucking cock?”

Dad side-eyed me pointedly and murmured, “Probably.”

Bones let out a snort.

I shot him a glare before turning to Gambit. “You should’ve thrown her out there and then. Club girls earn their keep by cooking and cleaning. Their role in this club is to look after the place. What they do on their backs and on their knees is for free, and ‘cause they want to; they’re not goddamned hookers. Any lip, and they’re out. Don’t care who it is or how highly they think of themselves. I’ve seen how those girls can get when they think they’re all that, and it doesn’t bode well for the club.”

“Thought she was yours,” Pyro inquired.

“You thought fucking wrong. Have I ever announced I’ve got an ol’ lady?” I looked around the table at each man in turn and repeated, “Have I?”

“No, Prez,” they muttered.

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