Halo ~ Where are you? We need to get gone.
Poison ~ I’ll be out in a few minutes.
Fuck!
She’s messing around with the Biker; the only good thing is that she doesn’t have a man. Good for her, and I hope she finds someone that truly loves you. Poison is a little rough around the edges, but she’s a sweetheart.
A few minutes later, Poison walks across the room and stops next to our group.
I grab the beer from Cherry and take a pull, but it doesn’t taste good. I feel a little queasy and dizzy. I must be tired, and I should have eaten something.
Poison walks across the room, smiling and with a soft flush on her face. She looks elated, and that makes me happy.
“Okay, let’s go,” Poison hums, taking the beer from me.
She takes a pull and then slams the bottle on the bar countertop, smiling.
“Let’s go,” I say, sliding off the stool.
“Hey, don’t leave,” Sling says, taking my arm.
“Yeah, we need to go Sling. We will return, right Sissy,” Cherry says, raising her brow.
“Yeah, we will return,” I say, moving my head up and down.
“Okay,” Sling says, crossing his arms.
He flashes his cute dimples, and I smile.
“We walk out of the bar and quickly walk over to the car.
Fuck, I hope that we don’t get caught because Demon can be mean.
“Let’s hurry because I don’t want Demon to get his balls in a cluster fuck,” Poison says, opening the driver's door.
“Yeah, he’s so damn uptight,” Candy hums, getting into the back seat.
“True, but the man has a lot of fucking responsibility, and he’s taking care of the MC,” Cherry says, closing the door.
“Yeah, it’s a little later than I thought, but it’s worth it. War is fucking amazing,” Poison hums, turning on the car.
“Hell yes,” Candy yells, pumping her arms.
“Fuck, tell us everything,” Cherry says.
Poison pulls out of the parking lot and turns onto the road. She drives us home and tells us all about War and the midnight ride.
“Fuck! It sounds like he likes you,” Candy says, moving her head up and down.
“Sissy, I think so. It felt special, and I hope that I’m not wrong,” Poison says, turning onto our street.
“Let’s return next week,” Cherry says.
“Yeah, we could but we need to get the Prospects to work the Bar,” Poison says, moving her head up and down.
She pulls into the clubhouse driveway, drives to the back, and parks next to the garage.
“Fuck, the clubhouse is packed,” I hiss, rolling my eyes.
