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“Exactly. They don’t give a shit what the government does,” Stella reminded them. “They think they are their own government. Just because the feds take their land doesn’t mean they won’t try to take it back. In fact, count on it.”
“The guys are aware of that, right?” Reilly asked.
“Of course,” Stella, the black-haired, heavily-tattooed bar owner answered. “They’re using the prospects to keep an eye on things.”
“Speaking of prospects,” Jet began, “Scar isn’t going to be helping you with the new business, is he?”
Jet hated Scar. She didn’t trust him for a second. The feeling was mutual between former cop and the ex-felon.
“No. Trip said Castle and Bones for now.” She was glad she wouldn’t be responsible to keep Scar in line. Even though both Castle and Bones were recently released from prison, too, they didn’t seem as intimidating as Scar. They didn’t look as scary, either.
“Good. Ladies, please be cautious around him,” Jet warned. “I really don’t want to have to plug a .45 between his eyes because he did something stupid with one of you.”
“If he does something ‘stupid’ to one of us, you’ll never get that chance,” Cassie said. “One of the guys will do it first.”
“True,” Jet said on a laugh.
“Does Rook regret sponsoring him?” Chelle asked, her head tipped to the side. She was wearing her glasses and would look like the school librarian she was if it weren’t for the torn jeans, the curve-hugging Harley T-shirt and “Property of Shade” cut she wore. It made her look like a librarian badass, if there was such a thing. If not, Chelle would be the definition. She not only rocked the look, she was one hot momma. “He is really damn scary. I wouldn’t want to be alone with him in a dark alley.”
“Yeah,” Jet agreed softly. “Rook’s being cautiously optimistic that Scar will end up being an asset to the club. I hope he’s not wrong.”
“I see he started to get that teardrop lasered off,” Autumn mentioned.
“That was one of Trip’s requirements,” Stella explained.
Jemma wandered over, carrying Dyna. She sat down and propped the ten-month-old baby girl in her lap.
“Where’s Tessa?” Reilly asked, tempted to grab the baby and blow on her pudgy belly to make her laugh.
Jemma shrugged and flapped a hand over her shoulder. “Now that the run is over, I told her I’d take Dyna and she should go have fun for the rest of the day and night. She said she might have a date later and won’t be home until,” Cage’s ol’ lady shrugged, “later.”
That meant Trip’s sister might not be coming home at all tonight.
“With who?” Stella asked, her eyebrows pinned together.
Judge’s sister shrugged. “Not my business. She’s old enough to have her own life.”
Reilly bugged out her eyes. “Right? Just like I am. And Tessa is younger than me.”
“No one says you can’t date,” Reese muttered.
“Just as long as whoever I date doesn’t wear a Fury cut, right?”
“Have you ever seen anyone wearing a Fury cut date?” Reese asked.
Reilly’s eyebrows rose. “What did you and Deacon do?” Already knowing the answer was not dating.
Stella snorted so loudly that all the ladies burst out laughing.
Reilly turned toward the president’s ol’ lady. “Did you and Trip date?”
She snorted again, not as loudly this time. “No, we fought and fucked.”
Jet laughed. “Same. I highly recommend it. Hate fucks are the best.”
Reilly turned to Autumn. “Did you and Sig date?”
“No. We… uh… No.”
Reilly turned toward Chelle. “How about you and Shade?”
Chelle’s cheeks bloomed pink. “We spent a lot of time together.”
“Sure you did,” Reilly huffed, “in bed.”
“And other places,” Chelle added, the pink in her cheeks turning to a flaming red.
Reilly leaned forward. “Jemma? Cassie?”
Judge’s ol’ lady lifted a hand. “Keep me out of this. I think you can sleep with whoever you want to sleep with. We’re all independent women who are secure with our sexuality.”
“Damn right!” Stella yelled, pumping her fist into the air and hooting loudly. A bunch of interested eyes of the male variety turned their direction.
“Cage and I definitely didn’t date. I didn’t want anything to do with him in that way. I was treating him as if he was poison ivy.” Jemma sighed. “But I agree with Cass. If you want to bang Dodge one night and Whip the next… or Ozzy and Easy at the same time, who am I to judge? More power to you, girl.” She lifted her wine with one hand and with the other helped steady the bottle in Dyna’s mouth as the baby contently drank formula. “I think it’s wrong that just because we are the sisters of Fury members that we were put on some damn list in the first place. That’s crazy. That’s like us putting them on a list to try to control who they fuck. Ridiculous. And archaic.”
