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He scowled. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means Cash has had a big mouth for a long, long time, and I’m fucking tired of it. He can either learn to control it, or you’ll all have to get used to me reminding him that I’m not going to listen to it anymore.”

“What did he say?” Baker asked.

There was an unwritten rule amongst bikers. One biker didn’t disrespect another biker’s Ol’ Lady. If he did, there was hell to pay.

Some of the things Cash said to Ally were on the cusp of crossing that line. I’d let them slide, knowing—or at least hoping—that they were comments made without ill intentions. His most recent remark couldn’t be construed as being anything other than what it was.

Disrespectful to Ally, and to me. He’d disrespected all of the men at some point in time, me included. I wasn’t about to let him disrespect Ally, though. Not now, or ever.

“Remember Cash and Reno at the barbeque?” I asked, making reference to Cash whipping Reno’s ass over a disrespectful remark Reno made about Kimberly, who was Cash’s Ol’ Lady.

As Cash began to stir, Baker responded. “Sure do.”

“It was a similar deal,” I muttered.

“There’s one difference,” Baker argued. “A big difference.”

Still angry beyond belief, I glared at him, not really caring to hear his opinion. At least not at that moment.

“What?” I snapped. “What’s this big difference?”

“She’s not officially your Ol’ Lady,” he said. “If she is, you’re going to need make sure everyone knows it, including her.”