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I pressed my face into my hands before finally moving. Woodrow had already called out to me, asking what was taking so long. I grabbed three bottles of cold beer out of the cooler, knowing Woodrow wasn’t the only one wanting another beer.
Before leaving the kitchen, I looked at my reflection in the oven’s glass door, taking another deep breath, then finally walking through the kitchen door.
I didn’t look at anyone. I put the bottles on the table and sat back down next to Agnes, then I grabbed my fork and continued to eat.
“We’re leaving town tomorrow morning. We’ll be gone for a few days,” Woodrow said.
“When will you be back?” Agnes asked. She’d want to know to be prepared for their return. Every time the men came back after leaving town for a few days, we’d have a gathering to celebrate them being home safe. Well, that wasn’t always the case.
I looked up at Woodrow, then moved my gaze to Jagger sitting next to him.
He looked amused, and I knew wherever they were headed tomorrow would end in a shootout. Or at least a fight.
I scowled, hating how excited he got whenever death was right around the corner. It could happen anytime, yet he walked right into those situations with his head held high and a big demeanor.
He wasn’t scared of anything, which on the flipside, scared me.
“Sunday by the latest. I’ll let you know if anything changes. Remedy.”
I jerked my head to meet Woodrow’s eyes. “Hm?”
“Jagger will take you home once you’re done eating.”
I didn’t have to ask why or ask for an explanation. I simply nodded. Before dropping my gaze back to my food, I dared to look down the table to see if Fender was still here. But he wasn’t.
His plate was still on the table and his beer barely finished.
I didn’t want to see him anyway.
He messed with my head, and what he did to me in the kitchen wasn’t helping me figure out what I felt.
I was angry and captivated at the same time, and when I thought back at how his hands felt on my body, it made my heart fluttered.
I managed to finish my food without letting the thought of Fender bother me too much, and when I got up, I looked at Jagger with a nod. “I’m ready to leave.”
He finished his beer and got up. “See you in the morning,” he told the others.
Normally, I would help the old ladies clean up, but Woodrow wanted me gone, and so I left my plate and followed Jagger outside.
“You know why he’s sending you home?” Jagger asked with an amused smirk on his lips.
I raised a brow at him. “No.”
“He called over some girls from the strip club. They’re gonna go wild tonight.”
Ew.
“And why are you not staying? You love having sex with multiple girls at once.” I didn’t mean to sound disgusted, but I couldn’t help it. Even if Woodrow was married to Agnes, he still had other women.
But that wasn’t the worst part of it all. Agnes would stay there, probably staying in one of the upstairs room with Myra sleeping.
“Believe it or not, but I’m not feeling it tonight. I’d rather stay with you if you let me.”
I furrowed my brows. “Of course I’ll let you.” I would never say no to him. He could stay with me whenever he wanted. Whenever he didn’t want to spend time with his brothers and surrounded by strippers or sweet butts.
“Good. I would’ve invited myself into your house without your permission anyway.”
We drove home on his bike and I unlocked the front door, and once we were inside, Jagger sat down on the couch, letting out a heavy sigh. “What did Fender do to you in the kitchen?”
