Page 176 of Devil’s Disciples

“She’s as fine as frog’s hair,” Reno murmured, slurring half the words. “She a Filipino?”

I shot him a look. “A what?”

“A Filipino.” He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. “She looks like it.”

“No, she ain’t a Filipino. She’s a fuckin’ San Diegan, or whatever the fuck people from here call themselves.”

He craned his neck to take another look. “Looks like a Filipino.”

“Don’t matter how many times you say it, she ain’t Filipino.”

“Is she that chick that you were telling the story about?” he asked, his voice ten octaves louder than it needed to be. “Swallowed your schlong like it was a buttered breadstick?”

I glanced over my shoulder, making sure she wasn’t within earshot. “No. That was someone else. And, if you’re going to be a rude prick, I’ll just ride right back up the block and eat leftover lasagna.”

“She lives down the street, don’t she?” he asked.

“Yep.”

“It is her,” he snapped back, half shouting. “I fucking knew it.”

“Well, you don’t have to advertise it to the whole neighborhood, you fuckin’ dip-shit,” I whispered.

He glanced at Kimberly, and then shook his head lightly. “She’s got some big fucking titties, that’s for sure.” He shifted his eyes to me. “You play with those big fuckers when she’s slobbering on your dick?”

“I’m not going to warn you again.” I lowered my beer and gave him a stern glare. “You need to give it a rest.” I waved my hand toward the house. “Have Goose make you a cup of coffee.”

The men were respectful regarding Andy, because each of them knew she was Baker’s Ol’ Lady. I suspected they saw Kimberly differently. Considering my past when it came to relationships, it was hard to fault them for forming their opinions.

Nonetheless, Reno was pushing his luck.

He shrugged. “I was just saying the obvious--”

“She’s got pretty teeth,” Ghost interrupted. “They’re straight as fuck. Must have had some good dental insurance as a kid.”

“She’s got nice flowers, too,” Goose said. “Third house from the end when you’re leaving. Have a look for yourself.”

Baker chuckled. “Only you would appreciate her flowers, Brother Goose.”

“Easy to appreciate,” Goose said. “She takes care of them.”

Reno’s eyes remained fixed on Kimberly. “She must work out, too. Her legs look like--”

The back of Ghost’s hand slapped against Reno’s bicep with a thwack!

“God damn,” Reno stammered. “What the fuck was that for?”

Ghost arched an eyebrow. “She’s Brother Cash’s Ol’ Lady. Be respectful.”

Reno looked at me. “Is she your Ol’ Lady, or is she just some chick that swallows your dick?”

I didn’t know how to answer, so I took a drink of my beer instead of responding. After downing half the bottle, I still didn’t know, so I drank the other half.

I lowered the bottle and belched. “Let’s say, for the sake of this conversation, that she’s my Ol’ Lady. There ain’t nothing official that’s been decided, but I’m tired of you looking at her like you want to see her naked.”

He folded his arms over his chest. “So, she ain’t your Ol’ Lady?”

I crossed my arms in a mimicking fashion. “Define Ol’ Lady.”