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bothering buttering me up.”
“She’s got that right, Roc. Look at all this sweet pussy here tonight.” Another one of the guys smirked, looking my way. I turned away, not wanting to catch his attention. “Besides, Roc, her bed is reserved for Blaze these days, ain’t that right, Trista? Your daddy know about that yet?”
She threw him a look so harsh it wiped the smirk right off his face. “You need to shut your mouth before I shut it for you, Rev. And don’t let me hear you talking about things you know nothing about again, got it? God, you almost sound like Ace. Just because he’s not here doesn’t mean you get to take his place with that shit.”
The rest of the group got quiet. She signed heavily. “Too soon? Why didn’t somebody make sure he came out with us tonight?”
One of the other guys hung his head. “He’s just not the same since they grabbed him. He’s all embarrassed and shit. We’re lucky he’s just down on himself. They could’ve killed him.”
“Yeah, we are,” she said. She shook her head, looking sad. “I just don’t understand what happened. I’ll be glad when Axel is out. Maybe he knows more, about that girl, and why Ace was taken.”
A smoking hot guy with a faux hawk stepped forward, putting his arm around her and planting a long, languorous kiss on her lips. “It’ll be okay. We’ll figure it out.”
The girl, Trista, looked flushed after that kiss, and I couldn’t blame her. It was hot. “Alright, boys, let’s go party. I only turn twenty-six once.”
The group hooted, cheering as they made their way toward the entrance of the club, not bothering to wait in the line like the rest of us. “We get to celebrate twice in one week,” the guy they called Rocco announced. “Your birthday today, and Axel getting out tomorrow!”
I froze at the mention of his name. He was getting out? It hadn’t been three months yet. Did he get time off for good behavior or something? And I had to know who the girl was… they couldn’t be talking about me. Could they?
Without even realizing I was doing it, I took a few steps following them, needing to hear more, until a bony hand wrapped around my arm.
“What the hell are you doing, Paige?” Gina whispered loudly. “Get back here.”
Shaken out of my stupor, I re-joined Gina in line. “Sorry, I just…”
She pursed her lips at me. “I know exactly what ‘you just’. You’re thinking about that prisoner again, aren’t you?”
I nodded guiltily. “I’m pretty sure those bikers were part of his gang.”
Gina sighed. “Club. Not gang. We’ve gone over this a million times. Not all bikers are bad, Paige. And yeah, I heard them say his name too.” She pulled me closer, and lowered her voice a little. “Listen, if you want to try to talk to him after he gets out, then go for it, girl. Or better yet, no talking, just go knock boots for a few hours. Or days. You get no judgment from me. If he’s as hot as you describe, and the sex is that good, then I actually encourage it. Besides, I know how miserable you’ve been for that last few weeks, but you made me swear that I’d smack you if you even looked like you were thinking of him. Tough love and cold turkey, right? So, which is it? I just want you happy, no matter which way that is.”
I leaned my head onto her shoulder, moving up a few steps with the line. After a few days of feeling mopey, Gina finally dragged the whole story out of me… and then promptly demanded every sexy detail. “You’re a good friend. Thanks, sweets. But I need to get him out of my system, that’s all. Seeing him after he gets out would only make that worse.”
“So, that prison guard wasn’t helping you work him out of your system?”
I scrunched my face in disgust. “God, no. I could barely tolerate the three hours I did spend with him. I kid you not, he literally droned on for almost forty-five minutes about
“She’s got that right, Roc. Look at all this sweet pussy here tonight.” Another one of the guys smirked, looking my way. I turned away, not wanting to catch his attention. “Besides, Roc, her bed is reserved for Blaze these days, ain’t that right, Trista? Your daddy know about that yet?”
She threw him a look so harsh it wiped the smirk right off his face. “You need to shut your mouth before I shut it for you, Rev. And don’t let me hear you talking about things you know nothing about again, got it? God, you almost sound like Ace. Just because he’s not here doesn’t mean you get to take his place with that shit.”
The rest of the group got quiet. She signed heavily. “Too soon? Why didn’t somebody make sure he came out with us tonight?”
One of the other guys hung his head. “He’s just not the same since they grabbed him. He’s all embarrassed and shit. We’re lucky he’s just down on himself. They could’ve killed him.”
“Yeah, we are,” she said. She shook her head, looking sad. “I just don’t understand what happened. I’ll be glad when Axel is out. Maybe he knows more, about that girl, and why Ace was taken.”
A smoking hot guy with a faux hawk stepped forward, putting his arm around her and planting a long, languorous kiss on her lips. “It’ll be okay. We’ll figure it out.”
The girl, Trista, looked flushed after that kiss, and I couldn’t blame her. It was hot. “Alright, boys, let’s go party. I only turn twenty-six once.”
The group hooted, cheering as they made their way toward the entrance of the club, not bothering to wait in the line like the rest of us. “We get to celebrate twice in one week,” the guy they called Rocco announced. “Your birthday today, and Axel getting out tomorrow!”
I froze at the mention of his name. He was getting out? It hadn’t been three months yet. Did he get time off for good behavior or something? And I had to know who the girl was… they couldn’t be talking about me. Could they?
Without even realizing I was doing it, I took a few steps following them, needing to hear more, until a bony hand wrapped around my arm.
“What the hell are you doing, Paige?” Gina whispered loudly. “Get back here.”
Shaken out of my stupor, I re-joined Gina in line. “Sorry, I just…”
She pursed her lips at me. “I know exactly what ‘you just’. You’re thinking about that prisoner again, aren’t you?”
I nodded guiltily. “I’m pretty sure those bikers were part of his gang.”
Gina sighed. “Club. Not gang. We’ve gone over this a million times. Not all bikers are bad, Paige. And yeah, I heard them say his name too.” She pulled me closer, and lowered her voice a little. “Listen, if you want to try to talk to him after he gets out, then go for it, girl. Or better yet, no talking, just go knock boots for a few hours. Or days. You get no judgment from me. If he’s as hot as you describe, and the sex is that good, then I actually encourage it. Besides, I know how miserable you’ve been for that last few weeks, but you made me swear that I’d smack you if you even looked like you were thinking of him. Tough love and cold turkey, right? So, which is it? I just want you happy, no matter which way that is.”
I leaned my head onto her shoulder, moving up a few steps with the line. After a few days of feeling mopey, Gina finally dragged the whole story out of me… and then promptly demanded every sexy detail. “You’re a good friend. Thanks, sweets. But I need to get him out of my system, that’s all. Seeing him after he gets out would only make that worse.”
“So, that prison guard wasn’t helping you work him out of your system?”
I scrunched my face in disgust. “God, no. I could barely tolerate the three hours I did spend with him. I kid you not, he literally droned on for almost forty-five minutes about
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