Page 113 of Down & Dirty: Rage

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—againthe 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 guyslovedto cross.

Avery bumped her shoulder against Lyric’s. “So spill. How was your first time?” She wiggled her eyebrows.

Should she admit it wasn’t her first time?

“Did he put some of that rage behind his hip action?” Bri asked with a laugh.

“I don’t want to discuss my sex life.”

“Whoa! Asex life?” Avery squealed.

“Shh.”

“The music here is at a decibel level that ensures we’ll be deaf in five years. No one can hear us.”

“Really?” Lyric leaned closer to the booth next to them and asked the ladies sitting there, “Can you hear us?”

The group all nodded and grinned. That didn’t help her flaming cheek situation.

She turned back to Avery. “See? Everyone now knows my business.”

“And that Rage gave you the business.” Avery shot her a toothy smile.

Lyric groaned, knowing they would only continue to bugthe shit out of her until they got the info. “It was fine. It also wasn’t my first time.”

Avery’s mouth dropped open. “I think I’m going to be the one putting out the call for a new best friend. Who was your first? And when?”

“Ree.”

“Was it someone else? Did the last standing virgin in our sisterhood become a little ho?”

“Stop. And I wasn’t the last one.”

“Who else is left, then?” Bri asked.

“Umm.”

“Right!” Avery exclaimed. “You were the last holdout. You were too busy pining over that beast of a man foryears!”

“Whelp, now she has him,” Bri announced.

“I donothave him. He’s not a trinket to be put on a shelf.”

Bri winked at her. “No, he is not.”