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“Wow,” she said. “That smells amazing. I haven’t had a home-cooked meal in ages.”
“We try to eat dinner together every night, but on nights that the club has church, I usually get a night to myself,” Dallas said.
“I’m not sure that I understand the whole church thing,” Lil admitted. “The night that I showed up at Savage Hell, looking for Cillian, Savage grumbled something about me messing up church.”
Dallas giggled, “That sounds about right. Church is the club’s meeting. It’s where they discuss business and things that need to be talked about—man stuff, according to my husbands. Nowomen allowed—it’s a very strict policy.” Dallas rolled her eyes and turned to take the tray of chicken out of the oven.
“Well, that seems a bit sexist,” Lil mumbled to herself.
“No kidding,” Dallas laughed. “The guy’s Ol’ladies hate that rule and we usually end up meeting on our own—kind of like our own club.”
“Ol’ladies?” Lil asked.
“That’s what the bikers call their women. Honestly, that title holds a lot of weight—almost more than a marriage license even,” Dallas said.
“What do the women do in their little club meetings?” Lil asked.
“Basically, the same as the guys. They talk about things that they want to do and even about Royal Bastard business. They’re the main charter for the Savage Hell club. I guess you could say that we’re our own little club all in itself,” Dallas said. The idea of starting her own MC had Lil’s wheels spinning. She didn’t like the thought of not being able to participate in the guy’s club. Hell, Savage did just about everything to push her ass out of the bar after she showed up so that the guys could get on with their business.
“Why not make it official then?” she asked Dallas.
“You mean, start our own MC?” she asked.
“Do you ride?” Lil asked. The one thing she hated most about leaving Ireland was having to leave her beloved motorcycle back at home. She had a Harley Street 500 that she had just purchased a few months before she had to leave home. God, she loved that bike.
“I do,” Dallas said. “At first, I was scared to death to ride by myself, but the guys got me used to having my own bike, and eventually, I got my license. I don’t get to go out as often as I like though—especially with the new baby.”
“Well, I’d be happy to sit for you sometime, so you can get out on the road. It would be a shame to let your bike go to waste just because you need a sitter,” Lil said.
“I appreciate that,” Dallas said. “I take it you ride.”
“I do,” she admitted. “Well, I used to. I had to leave my bike back in Ireland, so I guess I won’t be doing much riding over here.”
“You’re welcome to use my bike any time you’d like, Lil,” Dallas offered.
“Thank you. You know, we should start our own MC,” Lil said. “You could be the Prez, just like your husband, and we could even find a charter. What about the Royal Bastards?” she asked.
“Not going to happen,” Savage growled from the doorway of the kitchen. “The Bastards don’t have women charters,” he said.
“I’m sure that’s just an oversight,” Lil countered. “I mean, maybe they just need a woman to present the idea to them is all,” she said. Cillian groaned from the back door. He had let himself in, Vivian just behind him, with their two kids in tow.
“Tell me my sister hasn’t gone mad and come up with a crazy scheme to start her own club,” he said.
“So, you got the gist of it then,” Lil teased, kissing her brother on the cheek, and pulling Viv in for a hug. She picked up her nephew and snuggled him close. “And for the record, I don’t think that my idea is mad at all. I think it’s quite brilliant,” she defended.
“I have to agree with her,” Dallas said. “Although I don’t have time to be the Prez, I’m sure we’d find a good number of the clubs Ol’ladies who’d love the chance to be a part of our club.”
“Oh—I love that idea,” Viv said. Cillian shot her a look and she shrugged, “Well, I do. Ever since you made me get my license and own bike, I kind of dream of starting my own club.”
“What would you call yourselves?” Cian asked.
“Um, I don’t know,” Lil said. “I mean, we’ve just come up with the whole idea, really.”
“How about the Harlots?” Dallas asked. “It plays off the whole Bastards thing, don’t you think?” Lil loved the name, but this whole club idea would have to wait until they got things under control with the Dead Rabbits.
“I love it,” Lil said. “The Royal Harlots would be even better. I think I’m going to be tied up for the next bit and won’t be able to join any clubs until I get my life back, you know?” she asked.
“It was fun to think about, at least,” Dallas said. “But Savage is right, it probably won’t happen.” Lil stared Savage down. She loved a good challenge—always had.
