Page 8 of Fury

No.

“You’re telling me he couldn’t pick up—” I pause, glancing down at Hope to ensure she isn’t listening before leaning in closer to Mex “—his own niece because he’s having sex?”

Mex grins. “That’s what I’m tellin’ you.”

I will have a few choice words for him when he’s done.

“Show me where we’re going,” I say to Hope, giving Mex a disgusted look.

“Careful, darlin’,” Mex calls after me, “that stick up your ass might hurt you if you keep clenchin’ that hard.”

I grind my jaw.

It’s nothing I haven’t heard before.

They think because I’m a teacher, because I care about my students, that I’m a goody-two-shoes.

Oh, how wrong they are.

Following Hope, we go through a fence at the back corner and down a little track through the woods. Coming out the other side, I see a beautiful old home. Well, this looks a little better. Hope leads me up the front steps, opening the door, and we step inside to see three women sitting at the table, laughing. One of them is Bonnie, I’d recognize her anywhere. The other two are equally as beautiful, and I’m guessing they, too, are part of the club.

I don’t know how it all works.

“Alexis?” Bonnie leaps up, rushing over. “How come you’re bringing Hope?”

Here we go again. Once more, Ford has forgotten to fill anyone in on his plans.

“Your pal decided he wasn’t going to pick her up, that I needed to bring her to the club and help her with her homework,” I explain. “Guessing he didn’t tell you.”

Bonnie frowns, putting an arm around Hope’s shoulders. “No. He told me he was collecting her and that I didn’t need to.”

Of course he did.

“Well, he’s currently busy, so here I am.”

Bonnie smiles down at Hope, before extending her arm to her friends. “This is Myla and Acacia. This is Myla’s place.”

God, they’re beautiful. I must look a right mess in comparison to them.

“I have to ask,” I say, my eyes scanning over them. “Is there some sort of selection process that goes on for those bikers and the women who date them, because everyone I’ve seen looks like they belong in a magazine.”

Myla laughs, standing up and walking over. “You’re adorable! But no, it’s just luck of the draw.”

Hmmm.

“Are you Hope’s teacher?” Acacia asks, tipping her head to the side as she studies me.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Damn, I wish I had a teacher like you when I was young. All mine were old and cranky.”

I smile.

Well damn, these girls are nice.

“Are you hungry, honey?” Myla asks Hope. “I made muffins today.”

Hope nods, her little face lighting up as she follows Myla into the kitchen. My heart softens a little, knowing she’s in good hands over here. As for her uncle, well, I’ll be having a word with him when she’s out of earshot, and what I have to say won’t be nice.

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