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We shook on it, mostly because Lodestar had threatened me on the ride over, and he grimaced. “I’m sorry about—”

“The concussion?” I prompted.

His grimace deepened. “Yeah. That. But this little shit had freaked me out.”

Katina oohed. “Wait until I tell Alessa you swore in front of me.”

She raced off, giggling, maneuvering through the crowds that were her people—she was a Sinners’ brat. For the moment. I’d make her a Fecker before she was done with childhood.

Maverick grunted at her departure. “Thanks for bringing Star home.”

“I wasn’t about to accept any other alternative.”

“She needs someone like you. Smart enough to keep her on her toes, quick enough to chase after her when she lets herself get caught up in other people’s problems.” Maverick lifted his can of Bud Lite to his mouth. The sight was incongruous, what with the ink and the leather cut, but I figured he probably wasn’t even supposed to be drinking that with all the meds he was on. “Saw that ring on her finger. You wifing her?”

“Was I supposed to ask the Sinners for permission first?” I drawled, tone smooth as I looked onto the gardens where a couple guys were smoking.

Maverick’s mouth quirked into a smirk. “You could ask, and we’d have said no. That wouldn’t have stopped her though.”

“Not much does.”

“Sure as fuck not the law, and definitely no Sinners’ bylaws either.” He pulled a face. “Crazy not having her around, can’t deny it. And the peace is fucking weird now that Kat’s gone too. I’m used to tripping over her shit wherever I go. Didn’t think I’d miss it, miss them, but I do.”

“I was relieved when Alessa didn’t stop Star from moving out of Jersey,” I admitted.

“She knows who Kat’s mom is. She also knows that I’d rip you both a new one if you tried to tear Kat and her apart and didn’t allow her to visit.”

I lifted my own can of beer to my mouth. “Does this mean I’m part of the family if you’re only offering to ream me and not kill me?”

“It does,” he groused.

“We have plenty of space in our apartment,” I offered. “You can come and stay whenever you like.”

“Same goes here. Lily won’t mind. This place is a secondary clubhouse anyway.”

'This place' was a billionaire’s mansion.

“Does that mean the Sinners have gone bougie?”

Maverick snorted as he tipped his beer at me. “I think we have.”

I grinned at him then, when I saw a bunch of women clustered around Star, asked, “They giving her shit?”

“Yup,” he said placidly. “They’re our Old Ladies. She cut and run without warning them and they’re not happy about it.”

“I’m glad she’s got people who care about her.”

“She thinks she doesn’t, but she does.”

We were definitely on the same page about that.

Maverick chuckled. “Just wait until Rex and the rest of the council get a hold of her.”

“They’re pissed at her too?”

“Wicked pissed.” His grin was lightning-fast and malevolent with it. “I’m surprised she came today, to be honest. Shit’s still fresh.”

“She mentioned something about ripping off a Band-Aid quickly…”

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