Page 52 of Life To My Flight

Molly was twenty-four years old.

She was old enough to take care of herself, yet when the slightest thing went wrong, she went to her family first instead of trying to fix it herself.

“I’ve told you before I’m not a mechanic. You’ll have to take it in to Torren like the rest of us do,” I told her.

Torren was a member of The Dixie Wardens, a firefighter, and a mechanic in his spare time.

He’d fixed everyone’s car problems that had come up since he’d joined the MC a little over five years ago.

In fact, the business he’d built on the side had become so lucrative that he was now making more doing that than at his regular job.

“Torren hates me,” Molly whined.

“I wonder why,” Rue muttered.

She’d said it quietly, but both Molly and I had heard it.

“Fuck you. What are you even doing here? You and your voodoo pussy making my brother think with his dick instead of his goddamned head,” Molly snapped.

Rue blinked. Then blinked again.

“What?” Her voice cracked like a whip.

Molly flinched at the venom in Rue’s tone, and I stood still, wondering what she’d say next.

To be honest, I wanted to know if Rue planned on fighting for me, or if she’d just give up.

If she could stand up to Molly, then she could stand up to anything.

“You heard me, Voodoo,” Molly snarled.

“First of all, my pussy doesn’t have any voodoo in it. Second of all, you’re a whore. How you can talk about me having a voodoo pussy when you’re the one who likes to have sex with anyone and everyone? You wonder why Torren doesn’t like you? It’s because you’re a cock tease,” Rue snapped.

I was the one to blink now.

Cock tease?

I looked over at my sister to see her blushing profusely.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stammered.

Rue smiled sardonically. “Of course you don’t. Why don’t you pull your head out and realize what you have before it’s too late.”

I had a feeling that she wasn’t just talking about Molly anymore.

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“I’m sorry,” I said as I walked back up the porch steps after walking Molly to her car.

Rue shrugged. “I’d like you to take me home, please.”

I nodded. “Okay, just let me get my clothes.”

“Thanks,” she muttered, then walked out my door and went to stand next to my bike.

I watched her go, observing the sway of her ass as she walked away.

Shaking my head, I walked to my bedroom, grabbed a t-shirt out of the drawer, and walked back outside, nearly missing the black thong panties that were laid across my pillows.

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