“Ladies?” Bella shouts from the bedroom.
“In here.”
She walks into the small space, making it feel even more confined.
“Where’s Meli?” she asks.
“Rock’s making her breakfast. We’ve got to take her to a nursery later today,” Red says, groaning.
“It’ll be good for her,” I say, applying my lip gloss.
“Yeah, I know. I just love spending our days together. I’ll miss her.”
“But think of all the things you’ll be able to do for yourself when she starts,” Bella says.
“Like what?” She rolls her eyes. “We can’t even leave the compound.”
“I did warn you both that it wasn’t a good idea.”
We both turn to look at her. “Really, Bella?”
“Well, it wasn’t, was it? Now we can’t even leavewithprotection. And you’re both still moping around because your men are giving you grief.”
I laugh. “We don’t need your ‘I told you so’ bullshit.”
“But I did—” We cut her off with a groan before she can finish.
“Come on, let’s go sit outside. There isn’t enough space to move with us all in here,” I suggest as I put my makeup bag back in the cupboard.
DRIFTER
There’s so much tension flying around at the moment, not only with our ol’ ladies but also the constant threat from the Steel Delinquents.
So, we settled on an afternoon escape to the strip club. Money’s been going missing from the takings so hanging around and keeping watch on how things are running is the perfect way to kill two birds with one stone.
Rock pulled the short straw, staying behind with some of the other men to watch the clubhouse. Plus, he doesn’t trust Red not to make a run for it at the first opportunity.
Friday is one of our busiest days here. We attract a lot of businessmen who like to call in before going home to their wives.I guess their wives have no idea their meetings don’t really run late, or that they aren’t stuck at their desks catching up on emails. They’re actually sitting at a table, getting a stiffy over some other bitch’s tits.
Gears scrolls through his phone as he sits beside me.
“We’re supposed to be on alert,” I remind him.
He stuffs his mobile in his pocket and glances up. “Sorry, Pres.” He clicks his neck from side to side then picks up his beer and scans the room.
Slayer is across the table, his grin wide as he eyes the dancers. I narrow my eyes and wonder why the fuck I didn’t insist Rock come with me. At least I can trust him to get the job done.
Slayer sticks two fingers in his mouth and whistles loud enough to get everyone’s attention.
“Siren, I got a nicehardseat for you to sit on,” he calls out, winking at her.
She shakes her head as Kitten laughs, nudging her playfully.
“Come on, Siren. Don’t be a spoiled sport. Come give us a little show,” he continues.
Some of the men nearby begin eagerly watching, a few whistling and calling more attention from other customers.Great.
Kitten nudges her again, nodding in our direction before giving her a gentle shove. Siren rolls her eyes but heads our way.
