“Oh, um, thank you,” she says shyly, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Are there, um, any vacancies?” she asks.
I arch my brow. “What, like behind the bar?”
“No, um, I heard that they have, um, how do I say it? Puppies?”
“Bunnies,” Alina snaps, stepping forward. “They did, but they don’t now. If you think you can step into that club and even touch or look at any of the men there...” Alina practically growls.
I grab her arm, pulling her back. “Okay, she gets the message,” I state. “The only men there that will be interested in you are the Prospects. There are no bunnies anymore. We have kids, and that would be disgusting,” I point out. “If he is wearing a cut that says Prospect, by all means, fill your boots. All the other men are out of bounds, so if you even look their way, it won’t just be me you’ll have to deal with,” I threaten. She nods, her eyes flickering amongst all of us. Satisfied she won’t do anything, I nod. “Now, I am guessing you know where the clubhouse is?” I ask.
“Y-yes,” she whimpers.
“Good. Deliver the goods there and have them put in the shed,” I instruct before turning on my booted heel. “Come on, ladies. Let’s drink!” I cheer, leading them back out of the store and to the bar.
CHAPTER FOUR
STAR
“I don’t thinkI should drink. What if the adoption agency rings?” Elsie asks, anxiously staring down at the cocktail in front of her.
“Elsie, it’s a Saturday. It’s not going to happen today. This is the last time you’ll be able to let your hair down before you are knee-deep in diapers, and smelling of baby sick,” I assure her.
She exhales a slow breath and nods. “I do need to relax a little. Scar said he can feel how tense I am.”
My brows furrow. “You mean see how tense you are,” I point out.
“No, he said he can.” She pauses, looking around the crowded bar before leaning in closer to whisper. “He can feel it,” she says, her eyes widening as she points down to her crotch.
“Oh!” I snort. “Really? I mean, what is it? Tighter? Because a tight hoo-ha isn’t a bad thing.”
“Yeah, he isn’t complaining, but he said I am not letting go as I normally would, whatever that means.” She shrugs, sipping more of her drink. “I think I clamp too tight around him or something.”
I stare at her. “Okay, no more drinks for you,” I say, removing the drink from her hand.
“But I’ve only had a sip,” she protests.
“Yeah, well, only one sip and I’m already hearing about your cooch. So maybe it’s a good idea to just stick to a soda,” I state, patting her hand.
She sighs and nods, looking around the bar that is filled with moms, all drinking, all dancing, singing and laughing. I grin to myself.
“Star,” the barman calls. I turn around to face him. “What did you do to cause this?” He gestures, pointing to the women.
“Just reminded them to take a little break.” I grin, raising my drink.
“Well, thanks. I’ve earned more in the last hour than I did all day yesterday.” He grins. “Drinks are on the house for you.” He nods. I raise my drink to him in appreciation.
Elsie and I head over to the booth where the rest of the ol’ ladies are sat drinking and laughing.
“So, how long do you think we’ve got until the guys realise our plan and come to find us?” Rhea asks.
Nova looks down at her watch. “I would say around an hour, maybe two if we are lucky.”
“I’ve already had five text messages from Beast asking me to hurry up. Ripley has shat and leaked out of his diaper, and Raine has puked all down his favouriteMetallicaT-shirt,” Belle says, turning her cell around to show us. “I kind of feel guilty.” She winces.
“Do not feel guilty. He’s only got to manage for a couple of hours max. He has Queenie there if it gets too much. Plus, you have had to look after them alone while they went on a run,” I remind her.
“Oh, yeah.” She nods, remembering.
“You’re not going to start any trouble though, are you?” Dixie asks.
