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As we work side by side, I think about what he said inside. “Me too,” I murmur, then toss down a bale of hay from the loft as my phone goes off for the third time.
“Gonna get that?”
“When I’m done.”
He taps his fingers along his thighs, anxious for something. I’m sure he wants to go back up into the house just as badly as I do, but neither of us should be there for something like this. We finish up and head back inside. That’s when I eventually fish out my phone. I read my text first from Remy’s mom.
Remy won’t answer. I NEED this woman out of my house. She’s walking around this place like she’s the queen of MY castle, acting like she won a prize. I sent her upstairs to pack her shit and I’m bringing her over there. One of you needs to take her to the damn airport.
Shit, Renee is pissed as all get out. That woman rarely curses and she did it twice in one text message. Checking the time, I see she sent it fifteen minutes ago, and when Wilder’s phone goes off, I know she’s just sent him the same.
“Ah fuck,” he sighs. We pick up our dishes and get moving. We need to let the other two know we were about to have company. “I’ll go tell them.”
I stay downstairs as Wilder takes the stairs two at a time and check over the other notifications I received before Renee messaged me.
Frowning, I open my bank account, the one I opened when we started up with the Ropin’ Ranchers gig. We all linked up tothe main account where the deposits were made, and my eyes widen when I see a transfer of $240,000 pending release.
Leaving the screen of my account, I got into our main one and see that it was transferred out two nights ago, but only made it to mine now, most likely because of the large sum. We still have a good amount in there, but nowhere near what we paid Betsy. The last transaction was a non-sufficient funds fee of thirty-five dollars.
When I click on it, it shows a returned check that was cashed by Elizabeth Harper. Jerking to my feet, I storm up the stairs and join the others in Betsy’s room.
She seems annoyed, but there’s a glow about her flushed cheeks and mussed up hair. I pause, taking all of her in, then glance at Remy. He’s got a bit of a dazed look in his eyes, but he’s coming down from his high, most likely because Wilder filled them in already.
He’s tugging on his shirt, his jeans already zipped up while our girl scrambles around the room looking for clothes to cover herself with. “Sorry, Country,” I tell her, reaching down and picking up a bra, holding it out on one finger where she snatches it away.
“Always fuckin’ apologizin’, Billy. Guess I’ll have to take care of your girl for you. Fuckin’ twatwaffle.” She’s clearly pissed as she whips a shirt over her arms and starts buttoning it quickly. “Didn’t even get to wash your cum from my body before seein’ her,which,” she bites out, “we all need to fuckin’ talk about. We didn’t use condoms and I don’t know if you all know how babies are made, but we kinda did all the things to give it a good go.”
“Damn it,” Remy mutters just before he marches over to her. Cupping her cheeks, he tilts her head back to look up at him. “We should’ve sent her back earlier this week, but we were puttin’ it off ‘cuz none of us wanted to leave you for the day to drive her to the airport. I’ll take her now, no more waitin’.”
When he leans down to kiss her, she tugs his hands down and leans away. “Wash my pussy from your face before you leave.” Then she pauses, and adds, “Wait. Actually, don’t. It’s kinda like markin’ my territory.” Diabolical is what she is, and I start chuckling softly. She glances at me, then Wilder. “I’ll stop bein’ pissed at all of you once you’re back. And youallare gonna take her back.” Looking down, she glares at the floor and plants her hands on her hips. “I don’t trust that woman alone with any one of ya.”
As much as I don’t want to be alone with that viper, I think Betsy is right. Trina’s been after Remy the hardest out of all of us, so leaving him alone with her isn’t a good idea. Not that he’d do anything other than dump her on the side of the road.
A single car door slams outside and we all turn to face the door, knowing it’s time. When the front door bangs open followed by a screaming Renee, I know shit is about to blow up.
“I don’t know where the hell ya’ll are, but you best get your asses down here right this MINUTE! Betsy, I’m taking your broom!”
The four of us hurry out of the room, feet pounding loudly on the stairs where we find Renee marching toward the door with a death grip on the broom handle, muttering, “Gotta whack the rodent until it leaves the car. Damn thing won’t budge.”
“Momma! The hell are you doin’?” Remy blurts out, shouldering past me to get to her. He freezes and puts his hands up when she spins around and jabs the end of the broom into his chest.
“Gettin’ that vicious, nasty ‘olhagoutta my car! She’s refusin’ to move. Poutin’ like a damn child!”
Renee is breathing hard, but it’s Betsy who starts cackling like a maniac from behind all of us. I think the three of us should be alarmed by how crazy these two are right now. Wilder attempts to calm everyone down.
“I’ll go get her out and move her stuff to the truck.”
“No,pleasedon’t,” our girl rasps out between laughs. “Pleaselet Renee whack her with the broom! I’m beggin’ ya.” When Renee starts laughing, I think maybe they’re just messing around, but then she straightens her shoulders and whips the door open. “One of you boys ought to film it for your Tick Taks.”
This time we all laugh because she really is trying, but not knowing the name of the site is pretty adorable.
“On it!” Wilder says, holding up his phone.
They all head outside, Renee leading the way, leaving just Betsy behind with me. “After you, doll,” I say, holding my arm out. I shiver when she brushes her hand along my stomach as she moves past me.
With a wink, she bounces once with excitement before walking outside.
Chapter Thirty-Five
