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“Can we kill him next?”
“Nope.”
Roach studied her for a moment before letting her go so she could wash her hands. “You love him.”
“I-”
“Out of the bathroom,” Tank pounded on the door.
“Bunny, I had to pee,” Rose yelled back. “Yes, I am calling you Bunny full-time now. You had me locked in the wall.”
“Don’t poke the beast, Rosey,” Roach warned. “Shit is about to get ugly.”
“Get your ass out here, Thorn.”
Rose opened the door, coming face to face with the irate president.
“Is Franny okay?” Rose asked.
Her question had his chest deflating slightly.
“Franny is fine. She went back out to the bar instead of waiting in the kitchen while the pizza was in the oven.”
“Rose,” Franny shouted, pushing past her husband.
“Franny,” Rose sighed, relieved.
Franny hugged Rose, and Rose held on just as tight. She had no idea what exploded, but it could have taken the first friend she made in longer than she cared to admit. Her body began to shake the longer they held on to each other.
“I’m good. You’re good. We are good.”
Franny nodded while tears streamed down her face.
“You ladies okay?” Roach cleared his throat from behind her.
Tank wrapped Franny in his arms, placing a kiss on her head. He led them to the couches where the club was gathering. Rose gawked at the damage done to the bar. There was a giant hole. Truthfully, most of the wall between the kitchen and the bar was missing. Whatever exploded took out the kitchen. They could have died. Both of them at the same time. Rose gulped.
“Sit,” he commanded, pushing Franny onto a cushion. With a raised eyebrow, he motioned for Rose to sit beside Franny.
“Did you know him?” Vulture questioned before Rose’s ass met the cushion.
Something broke inside her. Her vision turned fuzzy, and her rage took over. Rose’s fist landed in the middle of Vulture’s stomach. When he doubled over, she connected with his eye before Roach could pry her off him.
“Ladybug, you had better let me go, or you’re going to be next,” she threatened.
“Calm down, Rosey,” Roach muttered, struggling to contain her. He huffed in annoyance when her foot bruised with his shin. Wrapping his arms around her, he sat on the couch as Rose fought him.
“The dumb ass didn’t mean it like that,” Tank shook his head at his VP.
“I suppose he didn’t mean to shove me in the wall either.”
“It was the safest place for you,” Roach whispered in her ear.
“I don’t need to be protected. If you give me my bats back or a set of throwing knives, I will be happy to protect myself.”
“Thorn, the oven exploded because someone messed with the gas line. You cannot beat that with a bat or stab it with a knife.”
“On purpose?” Rose quit fighting Roach’s hold.
