Page 117 of Down & Dirty: Rage

Shit.“No.”

“No point in oiling that catcher’s mitt if you’re not catching any balls with it,” Avery insisted.

Lyric groaned and bounced her forehead off the table a few times.

“Are you sure everything is okay over here?”

Holy crap.The guy was back, this time with his blue eyes flashing and wearing a knowing grin.

“No, and I’ll tell you how you can fix that…” Avery started.

Chapter Twenty-Two

As it turned out,she and Dave the Dancer had their numbers now programmed into each other’s cell phones.

Avery had been more than helpful by snagging Lyric’s phone from her fingers, plugging in the guy’s digits, and shooting him a quick text so he had hers.

Dave had to be his real name because it certainly wasn’t a good stage name for someone making a living by taking off his clothes, rolling his oiled six-pack abs, and humping the air in his stuffed banana hammock.

It didn’t matter what his real name was, she wouldn’t be calling him since she had no interest in catching the guy’s balls in her catcher’s mitt.

It was late, Lyric was tired, as well as relieved they were finally heading north back to Shadow Valley.

She was tempted to take a nap in the back seat since Bri was driving and Avery was her co-pilot, but it would be hard to nap with their incessant chatter and the endless rotation of Lady Gaga, Rihanna, and Taylor Swift blasting from the car speakers.

Not to mention their off-pitch voices belting out the lyrics along with the artists.

Avery suddenly stopped singing and yelled, “Wait. Is that…”

Lyric sat up straighter and glanced out of the windshield. How fast was Bri driving to suddenly be behind four bikers riding in formation?

“Shit! That’s them!” Bri said, backing off.

They were on a tree-lined back road with no street lights, but the headlights had no problem picking up the set of patches on the back of their cuts.

The Twisted Souls MC.

Dread filled her stomach. Especially after those assholes ran her and her club sisters off the road, causing them to crash.

“We need to let Vi know. The Shadows are tracking the runs,” Bri told them.

Lyric leaned forward between the two front seats, keeping her eyes on the bikers ahead of them. “How do you know that?”

“I heard Chill talking to Gage. He’s helping out at the pawn shop until the dispensary is opened. They didn’t realize I could hear them.”

“Or you were eavesdropping,” Lyric hinted.

“Well, of course. Because,” Bri dropped her voice to low and grumbly, “club business ain’t women’s business.”

That made both Lyric and Avery laugh, despite their current situation.

“It’s much easier to get them to spill their business when they’re getting head,” Avery said.

Bri’s head spun toward her. “Wait. Who are you giving head to?”

Avery’s face went blank. “Nobody.”

“Bullshit,” Bri said.