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“Coat?” Bass laughs hard. “Honey, we ain’t leaving the bar. You can either suck my dick in front of this group, or we just go to the back and do it there.”

“Wait, what?”

“You wanted an invite, right? We only invite cougars, like you, for one reason. And got to say, we’re doing you a favor here. We don’t usually go for your type,” Gator tosses out as he leans back on the table, putting himself between Bailey and Miles, taking point in talking for the group.

She’s sputtering, and I’m laughing. “Type?”

“Yeah, the old, used-up housewife. No offense, but you ain’t worth the effort, really. You’d never make it as a vamp. If your old man walked out on you, not much reason to think you got something the boys will want. But if you still want to suck dick, I bet one of the brothers will bite the bullet. After all, a dick sucked is a dick sucked. Don’t really need anything special to get the job done as a cum dispenser. Can’t guarantee they’ll even look at you much. I know you ain’t my type, and we boys talk a lot, you know. So I can say with accuracy that you ain’t theirs either. We prefer women with curves, not skin draped on bones.”

Gator’s eyes slowly track Bailey’s figure. He’s making it crystal clear, with a blinking neon sign, what he likes. She has to see him. Even I can feel the heat off his look, and I’m on the other side of the table.

“Now, if you ain’t dropping to your knees, maybe move the hell over so my brother and I can get this woman a drink. ’Cause I sure wasn’t asking you, and I know he wasn’t either.”

Okay, I officially like Bass. He’s cool as he steps in closer and grabs Carolyn’s attention away from Gator. Not that Gator’s looking at the bimbo. He only has eyes for one woman, and that has me smiling a bit.

She jerks back. “How dare you! Do you have any idea who I am?”

“Nope. And ain’t going to find out. See, this is something you forgot in the last twenty seconds it took your simple brain to figure out when he was being nice and dismissing your ass.”

Wait, that was Gator being nice? I side-eye Flint, and he nods. Well, damn.

Straightening to his full height, which is like a good foot and a half taller than Carolyn, Bass shows he ain’t lacking on the muscles either. He lets his hair fall forward, shadowing his face a bit as he leans over her. More menacing, if you ask me. “We run this town. In fact, we run a hell of a lot more than this place, but unlike you, I know when to keep my mouth shut. I don’t need to know who you are to figure you out. Peaked in high school, probably married the town hunk for your age. Knocked up early, spend more than you have on fancy shit that means nothing, only to rub it in other’s faces. Your man is probably banging a coworker, and I doubt it’s his first. Your kids hate you, and you probably hate your kids ’cause they took you out of what you consider the ‘hot wife’ stage. Trust me when I say you were never in that stage. Like ever. So, if you want to keep what’s left of your life on social media as the perfect family, I expect you to walk the fuck away from me and my boys. And that includes these people, ’cause they’re now club, and you ain’t. Go home, take care of your kids, divorce your husband, and move the fuck on with your life. If you want to suck dick, I’m willing, but other than that, you ain’t worth the gum I stepped on when I walked over here.”

She doesn’t move.

“That’s your cue to exit stage left,” Jordan pipes up. He smiles wide as she glares and stomps away. “Buh-bye.” He turns to face me. “Okay, so that was awesome. Are they with you?”

“I think they’re with him, but I’ll claim them if they do that again.” I laugh as I take a sip of my drink after pointing to Flint. Yeah, he’s out of jackass jail.

“Honey, I’ll keep them just to stare at them. Damn. Okay, hunky Aquaman, you come sit by me.” He tries to wave down Bass.

“Jordan,” Meekail growls, his first sign of aggression, and that’s kind of hot too.

“Oh relax. You know you’re the only one I’m taking home. I just want them close by in case I get a drink spilled on me and they can jump to my rescue.” He pats his man’s arm, but his focus stays on the bikers. Ones who are just smiling and rolling their eyes. Guess they’re used to attention from both sides of the world.

“You could just fall down a hill.” For once, I feel the most qualified to add to a conversation. I know exactly what I’m talking about. “They come out of the woodwork then, but you’ve got to endure a bit of pain and torture.” I find myself tilting my head to the side as I reflect on the torture I’ve endured. “But I think I liked it. Any of you by chance know if I’m into BDSM?”

And once again, I’ve used my outside voice and belatedly realize that’s better as an internal thought only.

Fucking memory issues.

Chapter 20 – Flint

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he rest of the night is pretty tame after we got the heifer to scurry out of the bar. Helped that Bailey knows the bartender, and that woman refused to give the bitch another drink. She left on an open tab, so we enjoyed a few on her gracious offer. She wasn’t using it, and she had spilled Bailey’s drink. Seemed fair to the rest of us.

I wanted to kill Kitten, though. She just had to open that pretty mouth of hers and ask questions. Questions that had me adjusting in my seat so much the boys questioned if I got some sort of itch while in the desert. Yeah, I got an itch, and it ain’t curable by the doctor. Only a certain pussy will kiss it and make it feel better.

But I can tell this means a lot to her. Getting reacquainted with her group, even though she still has no idea who any of them are, is good for her. Friends always help, no matter where you are in life. Being alone sucks—I would know. Sure, I gather the intel, but I spend more time listening to conversations than actually being in them. You don’t realize how much you’re on the outside of so much till you have someone keeping you in the know. Doubt the brothers even notice I’m around as much as I am, but I’m not always in the conversations. With Jules, she pulls me in. Asks me questions, seeks me out for understanding. She trusts me.

Holy fuck.

I expected it, and I get trusted a lot. But from her? She has no memory. She’s a ballbuster, but that’s abnormal for her according to her friends. Things that should have her running only make her snuggle into my side more. I’m the one she turns to, the one she looks to for clarification, and she knows I won’t let her down. Haven’t had full, unadulterated trust from someone in a very long time. I had to earn it from the brothers and the men I commanded. But from the moment she walked up on us at the back property, even with her mouth getting her in trouble, there was an underlying compliance. I think me not killing her right then was what she saw as the spark of trust. Each time I did something, I didn’t mix words, nor have I ever lied to her.

“Can I give you a ride?” Gator asks Bailey.

“Brought my own car,” she dismisses him as she puts her coat on.

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