Page 61 of Red's Revenge

Colton may be in trouble.

Aren’t we all? See you at breakfast.

Well,if that wasn’t clear as piss.

As the sun rises over Pasture Four, I can’t help wondering what this day has been brewing for the rest of my family. One thing I know for sure is that there’s never a dull moment at Justice Ranch.

Epilogue

Iring the bell for the last call, exhausted from the previous couple of weeks of drama-filled excitement. My back hurts, I’ve drunk most of my meals of late, and I can not remember the last time I had more than three hours of uninterrupted sleep.

I have a full staff here at The Courthouse, but my duties go far beyond being the owner and manager.

I’m the Ambassador for the local motorcycle clubs. My bar is a safe haven, and when trouble brews and they don’t want to let shit spill onto the streets, we handle them here in my back room.

It’s completely practical since I owe no allegiance to any club.

So on top of the fact that I’m a control freak with OCD impulses who isn’t happy unless he’s micromanaging the place, I’m also fucking bored. I wasn’t built to be a cowboy like Red or a fancy attorney like Colton. Nor did I make it two days when I prospected for a local club, but bartending? That I can do.

Grandpa left this place to me since I loved working with him after school.

It’s my pride and joy.

I’m wiping down the counters when a slim, delicate hand with a massive rock on her ring finger stops my movements. Ilook up to see a woman with a short bob, sharp chin, and plump pink lips.

All of it was wasted on me since my tastes lean toward the opposite sex.

“You look lost, darlin’.” I drop my rag into the cleansing solution bucket and straighten up to look at her properly.

Something about her features seems so familiar.

“I’m looking for Clayton Justice.” I tilt my head slightly to see past the bar top, but nothing jogs my memory of where I know her from.

“You found him.” A loud bang of the chairs being flipped over makes her jump.

“Easy, how can I help you, Sugar? We’re prepping to close.” I wave at a few regulars as they exit.

“I believe you know my husband. Shane Montgomery.” My heart stops, and ice runs down my spine.

I haven’t heard that name in seven fucking years, and for good reason.

The man broke my heart.

“Knew him long ago. He dead?” She gasps and shakes her head.

“No, why would you ask that.” I shrugged and turned to put up some bottles, but I kept her in my sight through the mirror.

“Only reason why a wife would come looking for an ex-lover in my book.” Her cheeks tinge red.

Well, that wasn’t the reaction to the scandal I was expecting. Which means she knows Shane is bisexual.

“I realize this may be very awkward, but I need your help.” I laugh as I turn back around.

“With what, lady? Blow job tricks? I haven’t seen Shane in years, and I doubt he even remembers me.” She shakes her head.

“He does. Fondly. We’ve spoken about you many times.” That brings me up short.

“Well, kudos to you. Whatever you need, I can’t help you.” She sighs, takes off her coat, and makes herself comfortable.

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