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It was hard to look at Maggie and not smile. Her perky tits, never a bra, and this morning’s tank top clinging so tight that her one nipple piercing was more than obvious.
Memories bubbled in the back of Slade’s mind. He could hear the sound of his teeth playfully biting and tugging at Maggie’s nipple piercing. Making her squirm and giggle, then finally cry out.
“Thanks, sweetheart,” Slade winked at Maggie.
He nodded for her to go away. She listened. Slade sipped his coffee, black.
“Look, if there’s anything I can do for you, Nova,” Slade said. “Maybe we can just forget about the tiptoe nice shit for a second.”
“How are you going to stop bullets from constantly flying around?” Nova asked.
“I’m not. That’ll never happen. That’s part of this world. I’m pretty sure you know that though.”
“Fair enough, Slade,” Nova said. She turned toward him. “We were on a date, just eating pizza. Nothing fancy. Not being something we weren’t. Maybe in my head I was pretending it was the way things used to be. And you know what? I saw it.”
“Saw what, sweetheart?”
“I saw the bullets hit her. That waitress. She didn’t know what to do. She kind of just froze. She looked forward and just… what was it? Panic? Shock? Did she know who it was?”
Slade swallowed hard.
Fucking hell, Nova.
“These small explosions across her chest,” Nova went on. “I thought about running to try and save her but I didn’t want to take a bullet to the back. And Linc held me so tight anyway.”
“Jesus Christ,” Slade said. “You’re not fucked up in the head over it. You’re trying to figure it out like the rest of us.”
Nova laughed in a very loud, sarcastic tone. She stood up and pushed her coffee cup away.
“I don’t need outlaw therapy to survive in this world, Slade. I just need to know the same as the rest of you.”
“Meaning what?”
“Meaning… who the fuck is the actual enemy?”
If it were possible and Slade had the power, he’d give Nova a leather cut right then and there along with the keys to a Harley. And let her ride the open road. She walked away and before Slade could gather up his thoughts, Fitz sat down where Novahad just been. He reached for her coffee cup, took a sip, then shook his head in disgust.
“Fucking women and sugar in their coffee,” Fitz growled. “What the fuck is that?”
Fitz gave out a quick whistle and Maggie turned her head.
Maggie felt nothing short of disgust at the way Fitz looked at her and whistled and winked. She thought he was a pig. All the bikers were pigs in their own way, but Fitz was just…ew.
Even still, Maggie knew her place.
Behind the bar, in the clubhouse, on her back, on her hands and knees, whatever position was commanded of her, she was adeecee. Until she wore the ink of one of these outlaws, they were all in control. At all times.
She slapped a smile on her face, grabbed a fresh pot of coffee and a fresh cup and hopped playfully toward Fitz, knowing he liked when her little tits bounced for him.
Slade watched this entire ordeal happen. It was just a few seconds of time. No judgement passed. Maggie was cute and fun.
“Hey, I have an idea,” Fitz said as Maggie poured him some coffee. “Ever been skiing?”
“Skiing?” Maggie asked. “Like in the snow?”
Fitz let out a laugh. “No snow around here, Maggie. But you can practice. Got to know how to work those ski poles, right?”
Slade lifted an eyebrow. “What the hell are you talking about, Fitz?”
