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His nodded, and then his eyes fell to the floor. After a long pause, he looked up and clapped his hands. “I’m good with it.”

I looked at the other three men and shook my head. “Nothing? Not one slick ass comment from the rest of you?”

“What’d you expect?” Crip asked with a dry laugh. “You’re an asshole. If anyone would have said anything, you’d have either threatened to fight ‘em, pulled your fucking gun, or called ‘em a no-good cocksucker.”

I shrugged, and then took a hit off my vape. “Probably right.”

“Right as fuck.” He chuckled and then extended his hand. “Congratulations. I know how much Eddie means to you. I hope this one is just as enjoyable.”

As the president of the MC, Crip was an arrogant prick. As a person, he was as solid as any man could be. The problem, if it was in fact a problem, was that he was almost always acting as the president of the club.

I shook his hand. “Appreciate ya.”

“What’s her name?” P-Nut asked.

“Sandy.”

“White? Black? Mexican?” He looked at Cholo and then at me. “Hispanic? Tall? Short? Blonde? Brunette? Is she thick? What the fuck’s she look like?” he asked in one breathless sentence.

“Blonde,” I said. “I don’t know. Five foot six or so. She’s a little thing with big boobs.”

He fumbled to get a cigarette from his pack. After lighting it and taking a drag, he exhaled the smoke to the side, and fixed his eyes on mine. “Cute as fuck? Like traffic-stoppin’ cute?”

Uncertainty washed over me. Concern came right behind it. I crossed my arms. “Yeah.”

“She work at the Main Attraction?”

It was a strip club most of the men went into, and I should have known it was going to come up sooner or later.

“She’s putting in her notice. But yeah. That’s her.”

“Texxxas,” he said. “That’s her stage name. Nice girl. You said Sandy, then said big tits, and my brain went ding ding.”

“Oh shit,” Crip said.

I turned toward him.

Pee Bee’s eyes were as wide as saucers.

I looked at Crip and lifted my chin slightly. “You know her?”

“Yep.”

I shifted my eyes to Pee Bee.

He grinned. “That’s an affirmative, Ghost Rider.”

Cholo shook his head. “Never been in the place. Just know her through Lex.”

“Any of you fuck with her?” I looked the men over, pushed my vape into my back pocket, and then crossed my arms. “Tell me now. I fucking mean it.”

Four heads shook side to side.

I pursed my lips and nodded. “Any of the other fellas? That you know of?”

Crip shook his head. “She’s all business. Doesn’t fuck with guys from the club. Least not that I know of.”

Hearing it was a relief. I hadn’t given any thought to fact that the fellas might know her, but if I’d have taken a moment to think about it, I would have known. The club where she worked was a common hangout for the MC.