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“To show the girls what an honest day’s work looks like.”
“Grace, do you think Harper and Isla don’t already know that? I think you’d be better off at home doing what you want. And be honest, you want to be that stay-at-home mother, don’t you? I’ve seen the look on your face when you watch the kids; they’re your world.”
“Yeah,” I admitted.
“So stay at home and be their mom. Work when they attend college. Or go part-time. But stop trying to prove something you don’t need to,” Savage suggested.
A noise behind me made me spin around, and I saw Lindsey, Artemis, Casey, and Autumn standing there.
“I’ve bashed Ace with a frying pan,” Artemis declared, and I choked on a laugh. “Then I held a gun on him once when I thought he was an asshole. Then again, Ace is a bastard constantly. Maybe I should have shot Ace before we got back together.”
My eyes widened even while I tried not to chuckle. Artemis was talking in such a conversationalist tone.
“I dropped Mac and beat him with a baseball bat. Mac still covers his nuts when I make a sudden move,” Casey confessed.
Savage laughed at that.
“I’ve done some shit to Lowrider, but a leg of lamb. Girl, you’re my hero,” Lindsey admitted, nodding furiously.
“Yeah, that’s just so badass. It had to hit like a sledgehammer,” Autumn stated.
“It does. After I read Grace’s story, I tried it out on one of those crash dummies. Fuck, it broke the thing in half,” Artemis mused.
“You never invited us?” Autumn demanded, sounding quite wounded.
“Hey, I’ll get a load of them. The prospects can set them up, and we’ll all go buy a leg of lamb and try it,” Artemis offered.
“Welcome to our crazy,” Lindsey said as she linked arms with me. “Now, tell me, did you full-on swing? Was it a club dropping on his head, or did you merely tap him, and the pussy went down?”
I stared wide-eyed at Lindsey and then burst into laughter. Damn, who’d have thought I’d laugh about the fiasco?
Chapter Seven
Savage
The phone rang, and I lifted my head. I’d only just gone to bed and was bone tired. There’d been a big pile-up on the highway, and several bodies were DOA. I had been requested to transport the dead to the hospital mortuary and had obliged.
My eyes narrowed as I checked out the number; it was an out-of-state one. Gut churning, I pressed answer and barked a hello.
“Good morning, Mr Walker; this is Warden Gayle Rochester, calling from the Kentucky Correctional Institution for Women. Miss Sandie Sawyer has asked me to contact you regarding communication,” a woman said.
My fuckin’ mind froze at her words. I wanted to speak but couldn’t form a sentence.
“Mr Walker?” Gayle questioned.
“Here.”
“Did you hear my request?”
“Yeah, now you gotta tell me, how did you get this phone number? Because that bitch should not have it,” I managed to snarl and not yell.
“Ms Sawyer gave me it,” Gayle said, sounding confused.
“How did Sandie get it? That bitch is not allowed contact with me. I’ve several restraining orders against Sandie, barring her from contacting me,” I informed the warden.
Gayle drew in a sharp breath. “There is?”
“Did you even check the file?” I asked incredulously.
