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“Hit us with it. If it brings money to the club, we’re all for it,” Jag said.

“It pertains to Yoga Sensual,” Crusher said and waited.

“What about it? As long as you aren’t going to tell us we have to start taking classes there, I’m good,” I said and noticed Jag and Devil were the only two who didn’t nod in agreement.

“No one has to take classes. I don’t even want to picture any of you on a yoga mat,” Crusher answered.

“I don’t know why that would bother you. We’re in shape. Personally, I’d rock a pair of those pants,” Devil said, and I turned my head and stared at him.

“Christ, what has gotten into you, brother?” I asked and shook my head. Devil had always been the jokester, the one who usually initiated the shit that got us in trouble growing up.

“I’ll tell ya,” Speed said from the other end of the table, then he chuckled. “He and Jag are catching heat from Bailey and River. Willa started a class for pregnant women, and one of the women said it would be nice if their husbands would join in. Yeah, Sami asked me if I would take a class. I won’t go into what transpired after my fuck no response other than I had to explain to Ally the next morning why I was sleeping on the couch.”

Crusher, Flirt, and I burst out laughing. “Laugh it up. Just wait, assholes, your time is coming. I’ve come across some vicious women, but pregnant women, their mood swings can go from murder to sweet in twenty minutes,” Jag said.

“Yeah, brother. But on the other side of the hormone valley, I ain’t going to complain about the sex,” Devil said, and he and Jag bumped fist.

“If that’s the case, I’m not sure I’ll survive Carly in the pregnant state. My dick’s raw from trying to get her pregnant,” Crusher announced.

“Yo, brother. SISTER!” Speed said, then ran his hand down his face. “What you should be worried about is your poor kids if they take after her.”

“You still upset over Ally?” Crusher asked Speed.

“What do you think? My almost six-year-old daughter gets in trouble at school for saying Karma is a bitch. Then I have Sami riding my ass about watching what gets said in front of Ally. She gets shit from Carly, and I’m the one who pays the price,” Speed griped.

“Dude, what are you complaining about? Do you know the shit I had to listen to after I told Bailey?”

“Would you rather they let some little punk ass kid bully them, instead of standing up and putting them in their place?” Flirt spoke up, and I had to agree.

“Can’t always be there to protect them. So at least you know they can take care of themselves when you can’t. I already feel sorry for the men who decide they can handle them.” I laughed at the glares that were pointed toward me.

“Ally can date after I die,” Speed said.

“Yeah, good luck with that.” I grinned as he scowled.

“All the wooded property surrounding Black Hawk will come in handy. Because if some assholes think we’ll stand back and let them at the daughters of Black Hawk...” Crusher said and left the rest of the sentence unfinished. He didn’t need to finish it. Every man at the table and in the club would have no problem burying a body if a hair on any of the girls’ heads was harmed.

Hell, I really did feel sorry for the poor bastards. And it didn’t escape me there were some young boys out there somewhere who had no idea what the future held for them.

“Prez, we got off track. What did you want to ask about Yoga Sensual?” Flirt asked, bring us back to business.

“Dad mentioned Willa might have to find a cheaper place to move into. Business is good, but not fluent enough for her to hire some help. She wants to hire another instructor, and there isn’t enough cash flow to do it. Willa thinks if she can move to a cheaper place that she might be able to. He brought it up because if she moves, we’ll be out a tenant. So looking for suggestions.” Crusher looked around the table.

Flirt raised his hand. “Hold up. How does Stroker know all that about Willa’s business?”

Crusher sighed. “He’s seeing her. I didn’t want to bring that up yet and have it be a factor in anyone’s decision on what we should do.”

“I’m going to play devil’s advocate and ask. Is he seriously seeing her, or is she just the person he’s fucking right now?” Jag asked.

Crusher ran his hand down his face. “Serious. That isn’t me just saying that because he is my dad. He never has hidden any...conquest...for lack of a better word. I’m not sure he wouldn’t still be hiding the relationship if I hadn’t gone to the place to pay for Carly’s classes and caught him and Willa together.”

“Another one of them down. I find it humorous every time I see my dad with Claire. But it is nice to see him relaxed and happy,” Flirt said, and I had to agree with him.

“I couldn’t agree more. It’s just a bonus to be able to give them shit about it. But back to not thinking of your dad and Willa’s relationship being a factor. It is,” I said, then added. “Club takes care of its own. We always have.”

“Have Stroker tell Willa to hold off a bit. I’ll run some numbers. We might be able to do away with charging her rent. If we offer her clientele packages from our massage side, most of what we lose on her rent could be made back there. Club wouldn’t be out anything except potential profits. Leaving us where we are right now.” Flirt shrugged.

“Alright, run the numbers, Flirt. I’ll let my dad know to talk to Willa. Everyone got any issue with taking a look into helping her?” Coast asked.

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