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“Sure.”
As I followed her through the club, I watched how some of the guys greeted her, with big smiles. Beans shoved amber off his dick before covering himself with his hand.
“What the fuck, Beans?” Amber whined as she wiped at her mouth making a bigger mess with the bright red lipstick that was smeared over half her face.
Laci lowered her head and by the slight shake of her shoulders I could only guess that she was also laughing at Beans and Amber.
Once in my room I pulled in a calming breath as I closed the door, asking whatever higher power that might be out there to give me the strength and patience to listen to her side of things without flipping out, because that was usually where I failed when it came to my little sister.
I wanted things to be different and I think she needed them to be too, if her recent antics where anything to go by.
Chapter Eight
JINX
“He didn’t?” Rachel my neighbour and best friend stated as she sipped at her red wine. “Then again, it is your dad we’re talking about. So, I guess neither of us should be surprised.”
I’d knocked on Rachel’s door as soon as I’d gotten home—living in the same apartment building as one of my best friends did have its bonus points—I was desperate for an outlet. So, she’d joined me in my apartment ten minutes later with a bottle of wine in one hand and tequila in the other. I’d taken three shots of tequila before I’d even opened my mouth to explain the stunt Dad had just pulled. Just when I thought there wasn’t anything he could do that would shock me, he managed to pull something even more outrageous out of the bag. Fuck. I dreaded to think what he’d do next.
I poured myself a glass of wine and took a much larger mouthful than a lady should, then again, I’ve never exactly thought of myself as a lady. Growing up in a club full of burly guys who would happily shoot someone for looking at them wrong, and women who didn’t mind fucking to an audience—with more than one guy at a time for that matter—weren’t exactly role models for future ladies.
“I’m more disturbed over the fact that Cole just went through with it all these years. And without even speaking to me about it first…It’s fucking nuts, right?” I tilted my head as I looked at her waiting for her confirmation.
“Fucking batshit crazy!”
I threw my head back and laughed. There was a reason we were best mates. Always on the same wavelength and we both could give my biker brothers a run for their money with our potty mouths. Rach might not be a club kid, but she’s been my shadow since we met in first grade, so she’s been around the compound plenty, over the years.
“So, tell me, what does Cole look like these days? Has he grown into the fine specimen we always imagined, or did he get one too many scars on that pretty face of his?” We’d both see plenty of club guys on the wrong end of knife over the years to know that things can fuck up a pretty face in an instant.
I grinned. “Oh, he’s definitely grown…into a mighty fine specimen.”
Rach poured us both another shot, and we downed it in unison. We both grimaced as we slammed down our glasses. “God that stuff never gets better.” She shook her head and thumped at her chest. “Surely marrying him wouldn’t exactly be a hardship then. Maybe you should be thanking your dad about this. At least he’s found you someone he approves of, and you did love him too.”
I snorted. “Are you kidding? We’re completely different people to who we were back then. The last six years has changed me, and I have no doubt all the shit Cole had to do to become Chains and worthy of me in my dad’s eyes has changed him.” Thinking of the possibility of marrying Cole, I couldn’t help but picture Remy and feeling my heart sink at the idea of never seeing him again. I might have only met the guy last night and I wasn’t even sure he’d turn up later as he promised but I liked him a lot and wanted to give whatever was happening between us a chance, whether it was just a fun fling or would turn into something more serious. Not that I was going to tell Rach about him just yet. I didn’t want to share him with anyone.
He was just for me.
My secret.
She walked across the room, only speaking again when she’d settled down on the couch. “It wouldn’t hurt to at least spend some time with him. Get to know each other again.”
It would because I’d know it’s another way my dad can control may life, but she’d never understand that so there was no point in arguing with her. I grabbed the now half empty bottle of wine off the side and took it with me to couch. “They’ve just added a new season of You let’s get our Joe on.” She was obsessed with the misunderstood bad guy—that’s why she was always on my dad’s side when it came to the things he did that pissed me off—and I knew offering to have a Joe binge session would be the only way to get her to change the subject.
* * *
The shrill tone of my phone in the silence of the room made me jump. Joe was right in the middle of a tense scene and as much as I was torn about whether I should be cheering him on and hoping he didn’t get caught or not, I was pretty much on the edge of my seat and all my focus had been on that show.
“Jesus. Talk about timing,” Rachel stated as she paused the TV. “Get that and tell them they are ringing at an inopportune time while I have a pee break.” I laughed as she dashed off and was still chuckling as I answered the call.
“Hey, Sweetness, are you gonna let me up or have you changed your mind about needing that repeat?” The voice on the other end had my attention snapping to the clock. Shit. It was ten o’clock. How did I get so lost in the world of Joe that I lost track of time? The dangers of binge-watching TV. There needs to be a warning on this shit.
Rachel came out the room and I looked at her with wide eyes. How the fuck was I going to get rid of her when we were in the middle of an episode?
“I’ll be down to let you up in a second,” I said into the phone before hanging up.
“Ooh, is that Cole? I’m so glad you’re gonna give him a chance.” She glanced at the TV and shrugged before pulling me up off the couch. “Come on, we can find out if Joe’s doomed tomorrow. You can drop me at my floor on the way down to your man.”
I didn’t bother correcting her. Letting her think it was Cole downstairs worked in my favour. It would keep her off my back about giving him a chance and I’d get to keep Remy to myself a little longer. Rach knew the dangers of what I was doing with Remy—who was the enemy—and if she found out, she’d never have my back. She might be my best friend, but Rach knew the rules and would follow them to a T, even if it destroyed our friendship as long as it kept me out of danger.
