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“Yeah, that could be it. Why?”
“Oh, no reason.” He gives me a crooked smile before resting his hand on my elbow, “Hey, you better go get your winnings before some cheeky asshole takes our lunch money.”
“Where are you going?” I ask, suspicion rising.
“Oh, just over here, gotta stretch out the old legs.” He plasters a smile on his face before striding off.
“Well that was weird.”
“You’re talking to yourself. That’s what crazy people do.”
I look down at the grubby faced ginger boy standing in front of me. “Didn’t your mom ever teach you not to talk to crazy ladies?”
“If I didn’t talk to crazy ladies I’d never talk to my mom.”
Shit. “Oh, sorry kid, I didn’t know.”
“Gotcha!” He blows a handful of glitter at me, covering my chest and clothing in the stuff before running away, stopping, flipping me the bird then running off again.
“Who the hell is that kid?”
“You have been Rodney-ed.” Vi says, coming to a stop beside me. “It could have been worse. He told me I had a moustache, a mono brow and then ruined my sex life with Jules for like a week.”
“Wait, what?”
“Exactly.”
“Rodney you little shit you better get back here!” Rider sprints past, his black boots thudding along the grass as the chubby ginger kid bobs and weaves out of his reach.
“Welcome to the club, Willa.”
Chapter 9
Mad Dog
“Son, I got something,” I say low, not wanting to ruin Chewy’s special day.
“Is it something that could shut the baby shower down?” Chewy asks, hands rubbing her big belly.
“Ah, no, sweetheart. Nothing too serious,” I reassure her.
“Well, that’s unfortunate. I’m only really good for like, 30 minutes of public exposure.”
“Hate to break it to you, but we’re family, not public, Chewy,” Marx says.
“That’s why I’ve been here for almost two hours. Bit much if you ask me.”
“I’m sure you’ll survive,” Wire says, patting her on the shoulder.
“Whatcha got, Dad?” Marx asks, ignoring Chewy’s whines.
“Willa’s ex.”
“The guy Rhodie and Gus kicked out of her shop?”
“He’s Quarter Mile MC.”
Marx’s head snaps toward me, while Chewy makes some type of weird noise. “You sure?”
