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She waves off my attempt to help. “Don’t bother, tits. He doesn’t care. Guy’s got one brain, and it ain’t on his head.”

The guy—Koop—groans in frustration. “Keep talking, Ruby. You ain’t doing yourself any favors. And amnesia chick? Stay the fuck out of this. Stick to things you know, like coloring.”

Okay, so now I’m mad. I worked hard on these, and I’m actually pretty damn proud of them. Was even thinking of hanging them up on my fridge. So fuck this guy. And what’s with the stupid nickname? I've got a name. Oh, he might not know that part.

But all my new best friend does is focus on the nickname. “Wait, you have amnesia?”

“Ah, yeah. I’m Jules.” I look around in confusion, as I thought it was almost common knowledge. But then again, just because the club has slowly become my entire world, since I know very little of my own, doesn’t mean I’ve become its. “I guess. At least General and a ton more doctors than I wanted to ever see say I do. Oh, and I can’t really remember anything.”

“Well, you’re the girl I’m meant to see.”

I give her the international look for “keep talking ’cause I have no idea what you’re saying.”

She rolls her eyes as she shakes her head. I get the feeling she understands the look on my face. “Physical therapy. I do it as a side gig, and General called, said to head over and start fixing the injured brain. Thought he was talking about this nut”—she throws a thumb at the guy still glaring at us—“but now I get it. You ain’t a dumb bitch, just a forgetful one.”

“Oh, cool.” I think. “Yeah, General mentioned therapy, and I guess since I have no idea who my health provider is or anything like that, this makes sense to me.”

“Hey! I will not be ignored.” If Koop threw in a foot stomp, I would have sworn he was five from the way he’s acting.

“We aren’t ignoring you.” Another eye roll. I wonder if she gets headaches from how often she does them.

“We just don’t need to talk to you.” I don’t even spare him a glance as I finish Ruby’s thought. Okay, so I guess at what I thought she would say, but the smile on her face tells me I hit it right on the money.

“Exactly. Because if we did….” She gives me a pointed look, and I’m only too happy to oblige.

“You wouldn’t even hear what we have to say, no matter if it’s the truth or not.” I give him a pointed look before glancing at the men still on the ground, giving him a hint that more happened than he probably thinks.

Koop throws up his hands. “Fuck, so you’re best friends now? Awesome. Fine, tell me the fucking truth. It won’t change nothing, but if it stops the bitching and gets you both out, I’m all for it.”

I look at Ruby, who just shrugs. Right, so she ain’t going to speak about it, but I really don’t want my new bestie kicked out. I mean, we just met, but we totally zinged.

I sigh. “Guys were playing pool, they bet, then argued over the amount. I told them what the real amount was, ’cause I guess I know numbers or just that they were stupid and couldn’t figure out what the payout for a $35-per-ball limit on nine balls was. Anyhow, I did make the mistake of talking. I see that really isn’t a thing around here for women.”

She snorts beside me. “You have no idea.”

Koop just rolls his eyes, and I continue. “Anyway, they walk over, telling me to suck dick. Ruby comes up, tells them to back off. Thanks, by the way.”

“You’re welcome, tits.”

“And then they called her a cunt and told her to get to sucking too.” I look over at my new bestie and give her a critical once-over. “I think it was more the word that was the issue than the action. I mean, they were assholes, but you kind of went a bit off when he said that. I get it, I think. Hearing it now, I know I don’t like it.” She nods in affirmation, and I look back at him. “So yeah, she decked them, one and then the other who came at her, and now you’re here.”

Once more I look to my right. “Did I leave anything out?”

“Nope.” Oh good, she also pops that P. I can officially say I love that sound. Her arms are crossed as she keeps staring the guy down. I see Kooper—must be his full name—written on the cut now that I’m looking for it. But that isn’t the only thing I see.

A very pissed-off biker. And I feel it ain’t at me, or Ruby. It’s at this point that I recall that same look when he was storming out of the president’s office last night. I think someone even mentioned something about a girl named Ruby. I give her a side-eye but keep most of my attention on Kooper. He’s big and clearly a threat right now. But I wonder if something is going on here. There can only be one Ruby, right? Or is that a popular name? Ugh, no memory really sucks sometimes.

A groan from the floor pulls our attention. One of them is rolling around, but the other is still passed out. Think it’s the first one, as he has to push the second off him before he gets up. Thankfully, Kooper is such a nice guy and does it for him. Literally pulls him up by his shirt, a bit off the ground.

Wow, so brute strength is a turn-on. Who knew?

“Did you threaten the president’s daughter?”

And there goes my mouth dropping again. I look at Ruby, who’s just grinning like crazy. She catches my eye and winks at me. Okay, so I know nothing about nothing, but I can already tell this is going to be bad for this guy. And his friend, who still hasn’t woken up.

“What? No way, Kooper. I would never disrespect the prez or any member. I was just talking to some vamps.”

“These the two?” Kooper jerks him to the right so he can see us.

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