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“Y’all ain’t funny, it’s medical not sexual.”
“With the patient, but has she been performing any procedures on you for no reason?” Onyx questioned.
And there it was, a job. What she did was a job and why should she be any less ashamed than a nurse or doctor? Actors and dancers are always making people feel emotions. Because she wasn’t on a screen or stage on Broadway didn’t mean she owed anyone an apology. Least of which a man who had shown her he had the capacity of being a worthy human being, just not to her.
Narrowing his eyes at the two men, Chief returned his focus on her, “Why all the questions Porsche?”
“Oh, it’s nothing, I just wondered.”
“Bugs being an asshole?” Onyx asked.
“We need to have a come to Jesus with him?” Hollywood followed.
“Because we will,” Chief added and she couldn’t help the warming in her chest from the men of the club willing to step in like the big brothers every woman deserved in their corner.
“Aw, you guys are gonna make a girl think you love her,” she said, feeling more like herself than she had since her fight with Bugs. That’s what pissed her off most. When it was the two of them, she found herself more and more. Her mind was opening up and settling he’d stolen that from her. At first she fell into the belief it was the drugs, maybe they helped, but it was him. The life she finally saw for herself. “I don’t want to quit dancing anytime soon.”
“Then don’t,” Onyx said. “Especially for a man who hasn’t even been brought forward by a sponsor.”
“Yet,” she said knowing in her heart Hack probably was waiting on the dust to settle.
“Unless he starts acting right,” Hollywood said. “It won’t matter. Little sister, we have your back, not his.”
“Thanks guys,” Porsche stood. “This weekend is going to be amazing.”
When she made her way to the bar Ax leaned down. The normally bright and bold fuck me eyes reflecting a hesitation as if she had been claimed, but he wished she wasn’t. Nickname or not, she hadn’t been, she was free to be with a man who respected her. And much like the men saw the Hoez as a chance to crash into each other, they had their pick of the men just the same.
“Can I get you something Porsche?” Ax questioned and the answer was so easy on her tongue it would only take a half a breath of air to finish.
But the words caught in the middle of her chest and she simply shook her head and went to the back to make sure all the songs were pulled up for the next three nights. A simple playlist created even as she could feel the mix of safety from the group she belonged to and the loss for the family that might have been.
