Page 12 of Trusting Thorn


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I think about the question as I spin the ratchet around one final time, finally hearing it click.

"Why?" I ask, wiping the sweat from my brow with the back of my arm before looking directly at Knox.

"Just curious," he shrugs. I swear he needs his man card revoked.

"Is this what we’re doing now? Sitting around talking about bitches and knitting sweaters?" I lift a brow and ask, only slightly kidding.

Knox throws his head back and laughs.

"I’m not trying to bust your chops. I’m just sick of G asking. I told her men don’t sit around talking about shit like that," he says once he’s sobered.

I draw in a breath and let it out slowly as I pick my words wisely. "Truthfully?"

Knox nods.

"She’s fine as fuck and makes my dick hard."

"Another one bites the dust," Kidd sings the words from the other side of the shop and when I look over, he’s got a shit-eating grin on his face.

Lifting my hand, I flip him the bird, making him laugh.

"Is that finished?" Wrath asks, shouldering around Knox and eyeing the bolt I just tightened down.

I nod, tossing the wrench into my toolbox. "Yeah. She should sound like a fucking beast now."

"Thanks, brother." He claps me on the shoulder.

Just as I’m about to suggest we grab a few cold ones, raised voices coming from outside catch both of our attention.

"What the hell?" I mutter, exchanging a look with Wrath before we both take off out the door.

When we step outside, the last thing I expect to see is Harley and Sage in each other's faces.

"What the fuck?" Wrath growls, fists clenching as he prowls over to his woman.

What the fuck indeed, but the better question is what the hell is Sage doing here?

It’s fucking Sunday—family only.

"You're such a bitch!" Harley snarls, her face red.

"Me? You're the one who?—"

"Enough!" Wrath roars, silencing everyone instantly. "What the fuck is going on here?"

I turn, quickly scanning the area for Mila.

She doesn’t need to see this shit.

A knot starts to form in my stomach when I don’t see any of my girls.

My girls?

I shake off the idea and look back to the shits show as Harley turns to Wrath, her eyes blazing. "This bitch was trying to start shit with Oakland."

Hearing that little piece of information, I lose my fucking cool. "The fuck you think you're doing here, Sage?"

"I came to see you." She pouts.

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