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“Be nice.” Roach smacked the man beside him. “Maybe she cooks.”
“She doesn’t cook,” Rose assured them.
“Fucking A. Rosey bakes. I saw the size of that kitchen where you lived. No woman has a kitchen that size if she doesn’t do something in it.”
“Roach, she is a bar bitch, nothing more.”
“Rosey, tell me you bake,” Roach pleaded.
“Do I look like your grandmother?”
“No,” Ladybug winked at her. “But just say the word, and I’ll be your daddy.”
“Ugh. Hard pass. Does that actually work on women? Playing up the whole daddy issue thing gets you laid?”
“Thorn, quit busting Roach’s balls,” Tank gruffed as he walked toward them.
“Yes, Master Bunny.”
Roach groaned.
“You two go make sure her room is ready,” he ordered.
“Which one is she in?” Roach asked.
“The one with the attached bath.”
“You put her in-”
“Go now,” he glared.
“We got your bags, Rosey.” Roach sent her a wink before shoving the bigger bag at Vulture. “Just so you know, I would give my left nut and pledge my undying allegiance to you for a homemade cookie. Don’t even care what kind.”
“I’m not sure I have a use for a left nut but I’ll keep that in mind. Ladybug, show me where I’m going to be staying.”
“You stay here.”
Rose stood baking in the sun, waiting for the man in charge to issue her orders. Ladybug and Birdy disappeared through the back door while Bunny waited, watching her closely. When the sweat trickled down her back, she had enough.
“I’m not stupid enough to run into the desert. I made you a deal, and I plan to stick to it. Besides, I don’t have anywhere else to go. I used the majority of my money to pay the six-month lease on the one-bedroom apartment that Lucas is now living in. My car has half a tank of gas. I have no idea if that will get me to the next town. I have no desire to wander aimlessly only to be bitten by any of the creepy crawly things that live out there. Face it, Bunny. I am here until the debt is paid or the air conditioning goes.”
“Good to hear,” he smirked. “You can call me whatever you want when it is just you and me, but in front of the guys it has to be Prez or Tank.”
“Why would we be alone together?”
“You need to wear this anytime you are out of your room,” he said, ignoring her question.
Rose gaped at the cut in his hand.
“Not up for discussion, Thorn. Put the cut on.”
“You gave me a name,” Rose gushed as she patted his chest, intentionally avoiding the cut he shoved at her.
“Thorn In My Ass has a nice ring to it. Take the cut and wear it. You don’t want to know what happens if you don’t.”
“I’ve read the romance books. Does this mean what I think it means? I have to tell you, I’m not divorced yet. The law frowns upon multiple husbands. I’m not really a throuple girl, either. ”
“It’s not my property patch. You are property of the club.”
