She raised an eyebrow. “And your lip?”
“Hit me again on the way out.”
“Alright, class, settle down, please,” Ms. Hamon said.
It would take me until the end of the hour to find out her name was Katie Jameson and that I had no fucking intention of dropping the class.
* * *
I walked out of the bunk room to see Razor’s arm around Katie and tried to stamp down my rage. Jesus, I liked Razor. I’d always liked Razor. He wasn’t a threat. Katie had just confirmed that, but still, seeing another man comforting her was like a knife to the gut.
“Okay, sweetheart, what’s the verdict?” Hatch asked her.
“He can stay. I just don’t want to see him,” she said.
Hatch glanced at me. “I’ll do my best to make sure that happens.”
“Thank you.” She turned to me. “Hey, Chicken Run.”
“First of all, that movie is fire, and everyone knows it,” I said. “Second, the rooster in the movie’s not named Chicken Run.”
“No, I was telling you… chicken… run.” She turned and started to walk away.
“You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”
“That’s what the doctor said about your anal warts, but you sure cleared them up, didn’t you?”
“Aw man, I’m tryin’ to eat,” Pookie complained, dropping his sandwich back onto his plate.
“Sissy, wait up,” Flea called, and I forced myself not to follow.
* * *
Katie
I turned as my brother followed me outside. “What?”
“Where you goin’?” he asked.
“Home.”
He shook his head.
“Nope, we’re not doing that.” I raised my hand and let out a frustrated grunt. “I’m a grown ass woman and if I want to leave, I can leave. I’m well aware of the parameters of what I need to do. Back roads, diversions, etcetera, etcetera.”
Razor walked out just as I said that and flanked my brother. “Katie, you really need to—”
“What? What do I really need to do?” I snapped. “I’m going home, opening a bottle of wine, and then I’m going to take a hot bath.”
“I thought we were staying here and having family time?” Flea countered.
“Well, that plan just got blown to shit,” I pointed out. “I’m pivoting.”
Flea pulled me in for a hug. “I’m sorry this all got blown to shit.”
I hugged him back. “It’s okay. I get it. The club needs him right now. I can deal.”
“How about I drive you home?” Razor offered. “I was gonna head out soon anyway to pick up Waverly.”
