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“Youthinkso? Shit, Remi. Fender’s a fucking maniac. He’ll break you.”
He did break something last night. I pursed my lips. “Why are you surprised? You’re the one who told me he was into me.”
“Yeah, and I thought I was fucking insane for thinking that. He fucked you last night.”
It wasn’t a question. I nodded.
“Was he gentle?”
Something about a man like Jagger asking if I was being treated gently wanted to make me laugh. But I didn’t. “He was.”
“I don’t fucking believe that.” He put another forkful into his mouth, then chewed while shaking his head. “Fuck, man. He’ll kill me.”
I frowned, confused. “Kill you for what?”
“You’re my best friend. No fucking way I’m going to give up sleeping in your bed when I need it. He won’t like that. He’s a jealous son of a bitch.”
I hadn’t thought of that. Fender told me how jealous he felt last night. I dropped my gaze and twisted more spaghetti around my fork. “I will talk to him.”
“Try that. But he won’t listen.”
I didn’t want Fender to ruin my friendships. I wasn’t letting him. “He will listen.”
Chapter 22
REMEDY
I waited over at the bar while the men were in church. They had been in there for over an hour, and every once in a while, they raised their voices and chaos broke up before everything went silent again.
Agnes was back with Myra but she was over at the clubhouse with Iris and Perla, talking about old lady things.
“Want another Coke?”
I looked up to meet the prospect’s eyes. I didn’t talk to the prospects much but they were nice. Then again, they all were before they became full members. JT was one a good example. He used to be a nice kid, then, he became a member and turned into this crazy, psychotic guy.
I smiled and nodded. “Thanks.”
“You waiting on Jagger?” he asked.
“Uh, yeah.” He must’ve not heard about Fender and me. Good for him. All this gossiping like in high school was annoying.
He put another Coke in front of me, and I picked it up to take a sip. I wasn’t in the mood for small talk, so I turned on my stool and looked around the bar. Some sweet butts were around, waiting for the men to come back out, and when my eyes met Faith’s she raised her brows at me with a bored expression.
I don’t like you either.
I moved my gaze toward the door which connected the bar with the clubhouse when I heard voices getting louder. I waited for them to quiet down, but that wasn’t the case this time.
Something was going on, and when the prospects behind the bar moved quicky, I got off the stool and followed them.
My eyes widened and I flinched when I saw Fender take a swing and punch JT directly in the face. Tiny was there immediately, holding him back before he could do any more damage.
JT stumbled back but was able to hold himself up. He was bleeding from his nose, and though that punch looked extreme, he didn’t look pained. No, JT’s eyes were big and the smirk on his face made him look as crazy as he was.
He pointed at his face, staring at Fender. “Wanna go again, motherfucker?”
Fender tried to free himself from Tiny, but the man was way too big.
“Don’t,” Rodney warned, putting himself between them. He looked at JT with a serious expression. “You deserved that one, son. Go.”
