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“Is there anything that resembles retirement around here other than death?”
“Nope,” Mara said. “Death is the last ride. And we’re all going to face it.”
“That makes me want to feel so happy about life.”
“That’s why we drink,” Mara said. “Can I buy you one?”
“Buy me a drink?” Nova asked.
Mara winked. “Let’s go make those little perky tit sluts pour us drinks. Then we can grab our outlaws by their fat dicks and drag them away to fuck them all night.”
“Well then,” Nova said, swallowing hard.
“Oh, come on. You and Linc…?”
Nova nodded. She wasn’t lying. This version of Linc though? She hadn’t had him. Yet.
“What about you and Fitz?” Nova teased.
Mara took Nova’s hand. “A dick is a dick. Gets hard. Slides in. Shivers, shakes, and sprays.”
“Now that’s one way to describe sex,” Nova said.
She laughed to avoid what felt like some kind of tension coming off Mara. Not everybody lived the perfect dream life. Especially in this life. It was violence, death, drinking, and sex.
As soon as they entered the clubhouse, Nova had an even weirder feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something was completely off right now. She blamed it on Mara’s comments about her sex life with Fitz. Nova went toward the bar. Mara followed. Maggie bounced over.
“Whore,” Mara said.
“Hello to you too,” Maggie said.
“Get us drunk,” Nova said.
“Yeah, I bet you need it, huh?” Maggie asked.
“Why would I need to get drunk?” Nova asked.
Both Nova and Mara saw Maggie’s eyes move for a split second. Mara turned first. As Nova turned her head, she heard Mara say, “Fuck.”
Nova looked and did a double take. Linc was back at the pool tables in the corner of the clubhouse. Sitting down on an old leather couch, his feet up on the pool table. Two deecees danced, fully naked, rubbing against each other.
A third deecee stood way too close to Linc. Standing there in a black thong. Topless. Oddly shaped round breasts. Definitely fake.
“What the fuck?” Nova growled.
“It’s the life, girlfriend,” Mara said. “They have their main course and then side dishes.”
“I don’t fucking think so,” Nova said. She stood up. “I did not sign up for this.”
“The ink on your skin says otherwise,” Mara said. “But, hey, you’re inked and that slut isn’t. That means you’re in control. You want to go over there and slice her fake tits off? Do it.”
Nova looked back at Maggie. “Give me a shot of whiskey right now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Maggie said.
“Better yet, just give her the damn bottle,” Mara said.
Nova nodded in agreement.
