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“You know that doesn’t look menacing, right?” She chuckled and her booted heels stopped in front of him. “It’s pretty funny, though. You think you’re all big and bad when really, you’re just my goofy brother.”
He furrowed his brows, trying to give her a more intimidating glare like he’d seen on Rubble’s face, but couldn’t hold it. He burst out laughing at the same time Dolly did.
“But honestly, what’s going on? You bleed Macha.”
“I met someone.”
He rolled his eyes. “Whose ass do I have to kick this time?”
“Don’t you dare.” She shoved him good-naturedly and started walking toward the clubhouse.
Following her, Brewer didn’t let the subject drop. “Lay it on me. I can handle whatever you throw my way.”
Dolly paused at the door, her hand lingering on the handle. “It’s Yasmina.”
“The girl Nikita saved?”
“Yeah.”
He scratched his chin, reminding himself to trim his beard before he saw Delphi again. “I wasn’t aware you even interacted with her.”
Opening the door, Dolly smiled. “More happens around here than you know, Brewer.”
“Do I want to ask?”
Her smile turned secretive. “Not unless you wanna hear a lot of sexy stories.”
Brewer led them into the clubhouse kitchen and grabbed the whiskey bottle from the cabinet. Dolly hopped on one of the barstools at the large counter between the kitchen and dining area. It was one of his favorite spots in the clubhouse, giving him the ideal view into the kitchen while still being comfortable on the other side of the counter. Cooking wasn’t his forte. Eating, on the other hand, was. After pouring two fingers into glasses, he sat next to her. “So, you and Yasmina. When did that happen?”
“Not long after she arrived. I volunteered to help show her around Snowshoe.” Dolly stared into the whiskey, and then sipped it. “She’s so quiet and shy. I like that about her. She’s not like any of the nymphs.” A wistful smile crossed her face. “Hearing her laugh is my favorite part of my day.”
He understood now. “And you’re afraid something bad will happen if she stays with Macha.”
“She’s already been through so much.” Dolly’s bright eyes faded slightly. “The trafficking ring was only part of her history. She deserves better than violence at every turn.”
He finished off his whiskey in one long swig. It was the same thought he’d had after any one of his brothers had an unpleasant situation while wearing Macha’s cut.
“This is club life, Dolly. We were raised in it. Our parents met because of the club.” He reached over and rubbed her hand. “Bullets, booze, and babes are the epitome of any biker club. I thought you loved it.”
“I do.” Her blue eyes met his and he noticed the unshed tears. “But I’m afraid I love her more.”
“Shit, Dolly.” He pulled her into a giant hug. “I’m happy for you. I never thought I’d see the day where anyone—man or woman—got those words out of you.”
She pinched his side. “Well, she hasn’t heard them yet.”
He tugged on her ponytail. “What’re you waiting for?”
“The right time, I guess.” Dolly grabbed the bottle of whiskey and refilled their glasses. “I want to put the whole Shovelhead business to bed. If he did murder Mom and Dad—”
“Iknowhe did.”
“Then I want to see him brought to justice.”
“Who’s justice? Macha’s or the law’s?” He sipped the whiskey, savoring the familiar burn he’d always loved.
“Doesn’t matter to me. I’m good either way.” She nudged him. “Then and only then will I act on my feelings for Yasmina. Don’t worry—you won’t lose me. Not completely.”
“Fuck, I better never lose you.” He kissed the top of her head. “You’re my baby sis. I’d die before I let anything happen to you.”
