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Fucking Grit was back.
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Chapter Eight
Indiana
“I’m hungry,” Reva whined.
Greta plopped down on the couch and groaned. “Girl, me, too. It’s hard work washing a dog.”
Reva pulled out her phone. “Pizza or subs? I got both apps. I won’t even need to talk to anyone.”
“I’m so sick of both of those. Isn’t there anything else we can order?” Greta asked.
Reva pursed her lips. “We could do Chinese?”
Greta gagged and shook her head. “Last time I had Chang’s, I barfed all night.”
Reva looked at Greta over her phone. “Was it the food or all the tequila?”
Greta pointed her finger at Reva. “You’re a smartass, and you know I like that shit.”
“Um, I could cook something, if you want,” I volunteered. When I made breakfast this morning, I had taken mental stock of everything in the freezer. There were a couple of meals I could make rather quickly.
“You can cook?” Greta asked.
“Yes, girl. You should have woken up before noon today, and you would have seen that. Indy made a full breakfast that wasn’t cereal,” Reva bragged.
“No way,” Greta gasped.
I laughed and stood. “I don’t get how Meg is such a good cook, and none of you guys seem to be able to cook. I learned how to cook from my mom. If Meg was my mom or aunt, you bet your butt I would have learned everything she knew.”
Greta shrugged. “Well, why learn to cook when you always have someone cooking for you?”
I guess there was some truth to that. Though they should all at least know how to make the basics. From the way Pie talked this morning, it was like none of them knew how to even cook an egg or make toast.
“Well, I’m gonna go make dinner, so put away your phone and just relax,” I called.
“Don’t gotta tell us twice,” Greta replied. “I’m gonna let Luna know to haul her cookies over here if she wants a homecooked meal.”
I laughed and walked into the kitchen. “The more the merrier.” I planned on making a shit-ton of sloppy joes and French fries.
I couldn’t be in the meeting with Frost, and I understood it, but I didn’t like it. I needed to do something to take my mind off Royal and everything going on.
Cooking was going to be my distraction for the next hour or so.
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Frost
“Sit your ass down and cool off,” King thundered.
My hands balled into fists, and a growl escaped my lips. “He doesn’t deserve to be here. He doesn’t respect this club or me.”
“There are few who are smart enough to give respect without receiving it first.” Marco nodded toward Grit. “He’s not smart enough to understand that.”
“What the fuck?” Grit growled. “I’m pretty sure you were the one who told me I needed to be here.”
