Page 16 of The Price of Love

Flash slips her cut on and zips it. Her boobs press against the leather, giving her some mighty fine cleavage. Several of the girls let out catcalls.

I shoot Flash a stern look, but I don’t come down hard. “Church just let out, save it for later.”

The girls let out a collective cheer, and Flash smirks. “Do you want a private viewing then?”

I shake my head. Not that I’ve never let Flash help me unwind, plenty of us have, but things are different now. As president, I shouldn’t be dipping my fingers into that honeypot. I’ll find some tension relief later. With church over, the doors are open, and there’ll be plenty of hang-arounds to choose from.

When I pivot, I bump into Dimples, who’s standing way too close.

The fuck. By her expression, we’re gonna talk whether I like it or not.

Before I can argue with her, I hear a deep voice say, “Hey, darling, you can come sit with me.”

I turn to see Frost’s large friend, holding out her hand to Flash. My chest tightens when Flash licks her lips and takes it.

“Don’t worry, baby,” the woman says as they walk away. “I know a fine woman when I see one.”

Flash giggles and leans into her. The woman’s hand slides down and settles on her ass.

The fuck.

“Come on.” Dimples drags me across the clubhouse and out into the night.

“That fucking Tank is hitting on our girls now,” I sputter. “That’s not right.”

Dimples grasps my arm and pulls me toward the garage. “You might hate it, but you don’t have any say over who the girls sleep with.”

I expect Dimples to duck into the garage; instead, she stops beside it, moonlight catching in her eyes. The worry is exactly why I was avoiding her. I shove my hands into my pockets and stare up at her.

“Well, that was a shit show.” Dimples doesn’t waste any time getting to the point.

I know what she means, but I say, “Yeah, I wish Flash would keep her clothes on.”

Dimple puts her hands on her hips and stares at me.

“Fine. What do you want from me?”

“How are you feeling?”

I spread my arms and look up at the stars. “Like I’m on top of the fucking world.”

“Cut the shit, Storm. What are we gonna do about Frost?”

I lean against the garage. “There ain’t much to do. I can’t kick the VP out for being an annoying bitch.”

Dimples’ eyes blaze. “She’s a cunt.”

“Whoa!” I throw up my hands. “Frost’s pissed. I thought she’d be over it by now, but she ain’t.”

“I’m telling you, she’s trouble.”

“Like I don’t know.” The words come out sharper than I mean them to. “But we’ve got rules, and she’s got followers. I can’t just toss her out.”

Dimples rubs her hands together hard. “But fentanyl…a territory patch…that ain’t right.”

“It ain’t.” I laugh without humor. “Wouldn’t it be great if the club blows up my first year as president? Aces would be real proud.”

Dimples’ expression softens, and she puts her hand on my shoulder. I want to shrug it off. Sympathy makes me feel weak. But I know the touch is as much for her as it is for me, so I let her hand stay.