Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
The only response she heard was a deep grunt and the slam of the front door.
Bri’s snicker traveled down the hallway.
Lyric frowned up at the ceiling. Here she thought she’d gotten what she wanted.
Clearly, she had not.
Chapter Twenty-One
Bri set her half-full pint glass of a pale ale on the table harder than necessary. “What the hell, girl? I was not expecting to come back upstairs to find Rage coming out of your bedroom and then find a discarded condom in the bathroom trash.”
On her right, Avery sucked in a breath so loudly, Lyric heard it over the DJ’s blaring music.
Flames flickered at Lyric’s cheeks. Now Bri and Avery knew. Great. “He left it out for you to see it?”
“No, he attempted to bury the evidence, but when I emptied the trash…” She shrugged and grinned. “Look, even without me seeing that, it was obvious what you two did. I had no idea you two were hooking up.”
“We’re not.”
Avery smacked her arm and squealed. “How have you kept this juicy piece of mandatory information from me?”
Bri ignored their club sister and shot Lyric a Sure, Jan look. “Really? I must be seeing things then. And really, he didn’t need to help you move in. You had like, maybe ten or fifteen boxes at the most. Our brothers were more than capable of carrying that shit upstairs.”
Avery bounced up and down on the vinyl booth seat. “Someone spill! Now!”
Her and Bri continued their discussion as if Avery wasn’t there. “He also helped Kyra and Zeke move into one of the cabins on the farm.”
Bri bugged her eyes out at Lyric. “Did you ever think it was because Zeke asked him? Did you ask Rage to help?”
“No.”
“So, he took it upon himself,” her new roommate confirmed.
That he did.
“What the fuck is going on? I need to know details. Now!” Avery demanded so loudly that heads at other tables actually turned their way.
Great. Now she was regretting going out with her club sisters.
Bri finally explained, “Lyric and Rage are fucking.”
“We’re not!” burst from Lyric.
“No? The excitement of helping you move made him shoot a load into a condom?”
Lyric covered her face, dropped her head forward, and groaned.
“Girl! I knew it! You finally got your cherry popped!” She pouted. “But you didn’t share.”
“Avery! Everyone here didn’t need to know that!” If her cheeks were on fire before, they just self-combusted.
Avery grinned. “No, but I did. So that’s your punishment for not telling your bestie.”
“Bri’s going to be my new bestie.”
“Whyyyyyyy?” Avery whined. “She’s the one who let your secret slip.”
“Okay, then neither of you will be. I’ll be posting my opening for a new best friend soon. You two need not apply.”
Bri snorted. “I have to admit, Rage is hot in a serial killer type of way.”
Lyric frowned. “What serial killers were hot?”
“Uh, Ted Bundy? There were others.”
This couldn’t be a serious conversation. “Rage isn’t a serial killer.”
“But I doubt he’d have any issue killing someone.” Bri took a long sip of her beer.
“Mmm hmm.” Avery leaned forward and stage whispered, “Maybe he already has.”
While Ash didn’t put up with any bullshit and could lose his shit easily, he usually had a good reason and she couldn’t imagine he would actually murder someone.
“Shouldn’t we be watching the guys on stage and not talking through the whole performance?” Lyric suggested. “They’re working far too hard for us to ignore their impressive work ethic.”
“My eyes aren’t connected to my mouth. I can watch and talk at the same time. See? I can even watch and use my mouth to drink at the same time.” She tipped her vodka cranberry to her lips and downed half of the overpriced drink.
Of course that same drink would’ve been free for them at The Iron Horse or Dirty Dick’s.
While the original plan had been to stay in and unpack, after how Ash had acted, she made it a point for her and Avery to actually follow through with her fake plans. Only, she didn’t want to leave Bri out. In fact, if it hadn’t been a last minute decision to go, they would’ve invited all of their club sisters.
They’d have to get a group together and hit The Pink Pearl—a Blue Avengers MC affiliated strip club—again the next time another male revue was scheduled. One reason that place was good for her and her sisters was it wasn’t seedy and the employees were mostly retired law enforcement officers. Nothing bad happened there for good reason.
While their club brothers might not love the idea of going anywhere but a DAMC-owned property, the ladies sure would. When the sisterhood all got together to go out, they certainly liked to “raise the roof” wherever they went. But they tended not to tell the men where they were going.
None of them wanted to deal with the way they thought—wrongly, of course—they could control them using the excuse of “protection.” It was one thing to want to protect your family, quite another to want to control them. A fine line their guys loved to cross.