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TAMARA: Your mom tells me you’re headed north. Call me.
TAMARA: How are you? Why haven’t you called me or your mom?
TAMARA: Why are you ignoring my calls?
TAMARA: The fuck, Ray? I’m worried about you. CALL ME.
TAMARA: Your mom told me you have a bitch with you.
TAMARA: Are you not calling me back because of this bitch?
TAMARA: Ray, you’re pissing me off. What the FUCK is going on?
Jesus Christ, Lord Almighty, she is completely deranged.There are at least eight more crazy texts. I delete them all.
I don’t even want to reply to her because then she’ll call me. I’ll deal with her when I get back.
I open up Tink’s text messages, but thank fuck there are is only a couple.
TINK: I’m worried about Sam. Please call with any updates.
TINK: Sorry to call. I know you’re busy. Just call when you can with an update.
TINK: I’m heading to the clubhouse to check in. I don’t want to bother you too much.
TINK: Jay told me you got her back. Thank God.
TINK: Thinking of you. See you both when you get home.
Now, those texts are like from a friend. I think Tink and I will be okay. Yeah, we fuck, but it’s like friends with benefits. At least I’m hoping that’s what this is. I decide to text her back and see what happens.
LEVEL: Tink, thanks for all the texts and calls. We’ll be home tomorrow.
I push send, and instantly, I see the dots showing that she’s typing. Fuck.
TINK: Just so glad she’s okay. See you when you get back.
Relief washes over me. Tink is a damn good woman. I pray she finds someone good. Fuck that, I’ll make sure she finds someone good.
Now that my dick’s back to normal, I can get up and head back to the hotel room.
I need to call Dawg and Zoom, then it’s time for a shower.
TWAT WAFFLE
“Thanks, Tink, for cleaning. It’s always better when a woman does the cleaning,” Zip says as I walk up to the bar with a bucket of cleaning supplies.
Ever since I was little, the Royal Bastards have taken care of me, giving me small jobs around the compound. Even now that I have a real job, they always ask me first if I want to make some money. So, even though I don’t really need it, I still come once a month to do a deep clean of the place.
The only part of the clubhouse I don’t clean is the clubroom and office. Siren always takes care of the kitchen since she’s the one who cooks the most for the guys.
“No problem. It’s the least I can do right now. Helps keep me busy,” I say, bending down behind the bar and putting away the supplies.
Zip, Lip, and Lazy are sitting at the bar with Jay behind it. Most of the members are here hanging around. It was pretty tense having Samantha missing, but now that Ray got her back, everyone’s kind of letting loose today.
Once everything is put away, I stand up, noticing Jay standing next to me holding out a shot.
“Fireball.”
