Tacoma’s fork clatters onto his plate. “That’s not happening,” he rumbles.
Foxy looks at her fiancé with a raised brow. “Yes, it is.”
“No, baby. It’s not.” His voice is deadly calm. “There’s a fucking threat against all the women in this club. We talked about this last night. You’re not leaving the compound.”
“No,” Foxy counters, slathering strawberry jam on her biscuit. “you talked about this last night, and I told you I wasn’t going to be a prisoner in my own home.”
Tacoma slams his fists onto the table, making the dishes jump, but Foxy doesn’t even blink.
“Throw a fit all you want, big man.” She shrugs. “But I’m going shopping today.”
“I could use a new dress,” Roxy chimes in before taking a sip of her coffee.
“Don’t start, woman,” Eagle sighs, running a hand over his face. “Nobody is going anywhere.”
I watch as Roxy, Foxy, and Frankie all lift a defiant brow. Uh-oh.
“Aw, fuck,” Bane groans, letting his head fall back on his shoulders.
Foxy turns to me with a sweet smile that doesn’t quite hide the mischief in her eyes. “June, you want to come with us?”
“Uh...” I glance at Journey, who’s watching me with narrowed eyes.
“Hell no,” he says like he’s the ruler of what I do.
Heat rises in my chest at his tone. “I’m not a child. I don’t need your permission,” I tell him, then purposefully turn back to Foxy and force a bright smile. “I’d love to go.”
“How much trouble do you think we’re in?” I ask nervously as we pull away from the compound in a blacked out SUV.
Frankie and Foxy share a look and laugh.
“None,” Foxy says confidently. “They just have to pound their chests sometimes. They mean well, but don’t let your man run all over you.”
“I’ve been an old lady for fifty years,” Roxy adds, patting my knee. “You’ll learn when to give in, and when to push back.”
I’m not so sure about that. Journey looked downright murderous when I agreed to come shopping, and I’m not even sure what we are to each other. One night together doesn’t make me his “old lady,” whatever that means.
“We’re here,” Frankie announces as Noble pulls into a parking space in front of Deziree’s.
Journey, Tacoma, and Bane park their bikes beside our SUV, their expressions grim. I reach for the door handle just as Journey yanks it open from the outside.
“Make it quick,” he growls.
“Bossy,” I mutter, sliding past him.
He swats my butt as I pass, leaning in to whisper, “I’m gonna give that sassy mouth something else to do later.”
I roll my eyes to hide the shiver that runs through me at his words. “Promises, promises.”
Foxy laughs and pulls me into the boutique by the arm, leaving Journey scowling in the parking lot.
Inside, I spot Stella behind the register. Her eyes find me immediately, and her jaw drops. She abandons her post and drags me behind a rack of sundresses.
“Oh my God, you hussie! You slept with my brother!” she hisses, her gray eyes wide.
“What? No! I—” The protest dies on my lips as my face erupts in flames. There’s no way I can lie to my best friend.
Stella squeals, then gags, then pulls me into a fierce hug, then gags again. I can’t help but laugh at her dramatic reaction.
