Page 69 of O'Mega's Revenge
“Shut up, you dick. Let the woman handle this.” Trot pushed between us.
“No property cuts for either of you, but once he’s back on wheels, he can ride with us.” She practically choked on the words.
“And the bitch can ride with us,nocolors.”
“Ditto,” Trot added.
I looked at Tits to see how she was taking this. A slow grin grew on her face. “My rat bike?”
Jackson made choking noises. “That piece of shit better start.”
“Are you giving me shit about my baby?”
“That thing you call a baby is an abomination,” he fired back.
I settled back onto my chair, knowing they would settle this with minimal bloodshed. Trot took Tits’ place, sneaking a one-armed hug, being careful not to show her soft side. I wrapped an arm over her, pinning her in place. “Thanks.”
“Thank you for bringing her to us. Giving her space to heal. It was what she needed. Now, it feels like I’m losing her.”
Her fear was not without merit. But I knew Tits would always be a Handmaiden in her heart. “You’re not losing her. You’re gaining brothers.”
“Oh god, spare me. The blood, the drunks. Don’t I have enough headaches without having your guys adding to them?”
On cue, Missile took a swing at a Destroyer. I pointed and told Trot, “Tag. You’re it.”
