Page 39 of Ringer's Freedom


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I throw my head back and roar with laughter. “Oh my God! Yes!”

Once I finally stop laughing, I take a few deep breaths and drop my fists to my hips, looking between my dad and Sasha. “Who wants to go to The Castle? I need to get drunk.”

Dad’s eyes widen and Sasha smiles uncomfortably. “Are you sure, Lile?” she asks tentatively.

“I’m positive. Renee getting the fuck out of here calls for a celebration, don’t you think?”

Sasha looks from my dad to me. “I guess?”

Dad chuckles, wiping his hands on his jeans before walking over to Sasha. “Let me go get cleaned up and we can head over.” He drops a kiss on her cheek, and I smile at the way she blushes.

I run upstairs and head straight for my closet. Tonight, I’m going to drink my mommy issues down the drain without a care in the world. I’m sure my dad will be watching me like a hawk the whole time, so I’m free to let my hair down and have fun without having to watch my back.

As I’m pulling a clean pair of ripped shorts up over my lace bodysuit, a wave of sadness hits me at the thought of Pebbles and Brenna not being at the club. It isn’t going to be the same without them there, but I’m sure once I have a few drinks in me, I will be okay.

I quickly do my make up and put on my favorite red high top converse.

Sasha knocks on the doorway behind me as I’m buckling my belt. “Your dad said we should ride over together and he’ll get us home.”

I lightly spritz my favorite perfume onto my neck and all of the important spots, like my wrists and between my tits before turning towards her. “Perfect.”

“Are you sure you’re okay, Lilah?”

“I’m great.”

“Even if I call you on your bullshit, you’re not going to talk to me about it, are you?”

“Nope.” I shove my phone in the tiny back pocket of my shorts and tie a flannel around my waist. “I promise I’ll be fine, Sasha. I’m used to Renee’s shit.”

“She’s your mom, Lilah. It’s okay to be upset.”

“And like I said, I’ll be fine, Sash. I promise.” I link my arm through hers and pull her out the door. “At least I have my dad. He’s all I need.”

“Your dad is pissed.”

“What’s new,” I shrug.

Dad is always in a bad mood when mom comes around. Hopefully with Sasha around, he won’t be a grumpy ass for long.

* * *

“Mule?” Ryan asks as soon as my ass hits the stool in front of him.

I click my tongue and point at him with a wink. “How’d ya know?”

“Probably the fact that you’re sitting at my bar in that outfit when just yesterday you were complaining about the last time you were drunk.”

I shrug with a smile. “Don’t ever listen to me.”

Drink in hand, I hop off the stool and head back to the special table that is strictly for the club. I take the seat closest to the stage and catcall Foxy, who is currently grinding her naked ass for the crowd.

Turning back to the small group, I see Sasha looks a tad uncomfortable. Just as I’m about to go talk to her, my dad runs a hand down her thigh. I take that as my cue to rip my eyes away and assess the rest of the crowd.

It doesn’t feel the same without everyone being here. I texted Pebbles earlier today to tell her I was thinking about her and asked her to reach out if she needed anything. She replied with a purple heart emoji, which is good enough for me.

Bones, Horse, Maggie, and Razor make up the rest of our small group so far. Razor takes up the chair right next to me and has his eyes glued to the stage.

Not Afraid Anymoreby Halsey blasts through the surround system. I dance in my seat to the sultry beat.

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