Steel agreed. “Anyway, what’s the problem?”
“The boys want to patch in.”
“They old enough?” Link asked, brow furrowed.
“They’re nearly thirty. I think they’re fucking old enough,” I commented wryly.
“How the fuck was I supposed to know that?” Link muttered, flipping me the bird.
“But what about the girl? She wants to be a sweetbutt?” Steel questioned, sitting up slightly. His eyebrows bobbed with his interest. “She hot?”
“Fuck off. She ain’t gonna be a clubwhore,” I snapped, before Rex could even get a word in.
There was no way in fuck I was going to allow that. When I thought of those big, chocolate-brown eyes that had stared at me from an angel’s face, there was no way I could—
Everything in me rejected the notion of her lying flat on her back and thinking of England just to get by.
“Since when do you have a say in this?” Storm retorted, biceps bulging as he started to get mulish—the dickwad had such a shitty attitude that sometimes, I didn’t know why Rex put up with his ass. He’d been worse since Keira, his Old Lady, had fucked off. Not that I could blame her. “Fuck, that might be her lifelong dream. Taking after her—”
“Don’t say another fucking word,” I growled, aggression lacing every single word. “Lizzie wasn’t like that.”
Rex shook his head. “She wasn’t, Storm. You know that, so don’t start shit.”
“From the way Dog used to whine—”
“Dog wouldn’t know how to piss in a straight line,” I countered, angrier than the subject really called for. “Lizzie would be doing the fucking salsa in her grave if she thought her daughter was whoring her snatch out for the club.”
Link pondered our argument for a second, then muttered, “Wasn’t that why she took off in the end? She got sick of the clubwhores, right? I was only fucking twenty-something, so I don’t remember that much, but I think I remember that… the blonde. Big tits with nipples like she’d painted them in red lipstick. That huge eagle tattoo on her ass.”
Despite myself, I had to laugh. “Yeah. Cherry.”
He clicked his fingers. “That’s it. Cherry. She took mine—”
“She took everyone’s,” Steel joked, making most of the table snicker.
“And she and Dog were a thing for a while,” I pointed out. “Remember? Lizzie found out, and there was that huge clusterfuck—”
“Christ, yeah,” Steel muttered, sliding his hand over his head. “Lizzie trashed his bike when she found out, didn’t she?”
“Yeah, and he nearly fucking throttled her. I remember now!” Link declared.
“She took off later that day,” I muttered, slouching in my seat because I remembered that morning like it was fucking yesterday. The urge to make Dog pay had been heavy, but I’d been a kid, and he was a brother. You didn’t kill brothers. Even if you really goddamn wanted to.
“Okay, less of the reminiscing,” Rex growled. “I don’t need a history lesson, and I sure as fuck don’t need to know who sucked your virgin cocks this early in the morning.”
“You’d be down for the dirty later on though?” Steel hooted, then instantly grabbed his head and held it as though the throbbing in his skull was going to split it in two.
“Fuck you,” Rex snapped, but there was laughter in his eyes. “Anyway...” He extended the word. “Giulia doesn’t want to loan out her cunt to the club. I never said she did.”
“What does she want then?” Storm queried, like there was only one use for females around the MC—snatch.
As much of a dick as I was, I wasn’t that fucking bad. Keira was better off without this fucker.
“She wants to feed us.” Rex snickered when everyone eyed him like he’d just pulled on a Santa outfit and started ‘Ho, ho, hoing’ all over the fucking place.
“Feed us? What are we, a soup kitchen?” Steel replied with a scowl.
“I’ll tell her I’m homeless if she’ll feed me more of those buns,” Mav added hopefully.
“Trust me, she made me breakfast this morning. She’s good, guys. Fucking good, and I don’t know about you, but I’m sick and fucking tired of JoJo’s sloppy eggs, and the shit the other sweetbutts serve ain’t much better.”
“How anyone can fuck up sandwiches, I don’t know,” Maverick grumbled, rubbing his slim belly like he was a starving man.
Anticipation welled in me. If Giulia had a purpose here, then she’d be able to stick around, and that was a topic I didn’t particularly want to broach. Not even in my own head. Because I wanted her to stay, and yet, I didn’t. Trying to hide my nerves, I eyed Rex.
“You down for that?”
“Yeah. I am. She’s family. I shoved her into the kitchen, told her to make the best of it—”
“Shouldn’t we have voted on that?” Storm interrupted, scowling at the Prez like he really wanted his ass kicked today. And that was something I’d be down for.
Hell to the fucking yeah.
The dick had a date with my fists. Only the fact he was VP meant I hadn’t beaten the shit out of him before now. We’d always butted heads, but ever since Keira had fucked off to West Essex with his kid, he’d been worse than a bear with a sore paw.
Temper stirring, Rex narrowed his eyes on Storm. “Since when do I have to discuss shit like that with you? She’s family. Dog might be a useless turd with MC business, but as we’ve already said, he’s good with the bikes, which as far as I’m fucking aware is how we run most of our businesses,” he growled, his scowl darkening when Storm looked even more belligerent rather than apologetic as he should rightfully be.
“So, yeah, I threw her in the kitchen, told her to write down whatever shit she’d need to make us a decent dinner, and then we’d finalize things tonight.” He shrugged. “If her food is anything like what she made me for breakfast, then we’ll all be piling on the pounds.”
Steel snorted. “Maybe that’s why the whores feed us shit food… so they can keep us ripped.”
Link chuckled. “Could be. More like they want to keep their own asses skinny and have no idea how to make jack shit in the kitchen.”
Rubbing his chin, Rex muttered, “There’s only one problem.”
Storm cocked a brow. “Only one?”
“Yeah.” The Prez scowled at him. “Okay, scratch that. Looks like we have two problems. One being the fact that you woke up in a piss-poor mood. You can either fuck off back to bed or I can kick the shit out of you.” He balled his hands into fists. “Whichever would suit me.”
Storm sniffed. “Bad hangover.” Like that was a fucking excuse when Steel was evidently suffering after last night, and he wasn’t being a dick.
“Worse attitude,” I retorted, stirring the shit and not even giving a fuck. I only sneered at him when he shot me the bird.
“What’s the second problem?” Mav demanded, his attention on Rex.
“We need to tell Dog they’re here.”
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GIULIA