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“Can you believe these fines?” Demi asks, sniffling. “Thank goodness I have a hefty savings account.”

“My nest egg is going to take a big hit from these,” I say, shuffling through the papers. “No furniture was broken but we still have to pay a restoration fee to Piggly’s? What did we do, dent a few walls or something?” I don’t recall anything being damaged. Then again, I was otherwise occupied trying to hold my stomach contents in as I smacked a bitch.

“Honestly, I don’t remember, Luna. I was kinda in the zone.”

“You should’ve been born a man,” I chide. “All you think about and live for are fucking and fighting.”

“Those are the highlights of my life,” Demi remarks. “That's why I’m an underground cage fighter.”

“And it’s not even your day job,” I giggle.

“What can I say, insurance fraud is a boring job and I need an outlet,” Demi criticizes her profession.

“We need to call for a driver,” I say as we round the building and settle against the brick siding. “I hope like hell that Piggly’s didn’t have your car towed, Demi.”

“The way our luck is running, I’d say it’s probably sitting in the impound lot,” she muses. She doesn’t appear to be too concerned, but all I’m seeing are dollar signs at this point.

I’m lucky they let us shut our phones down or they wouldn’t have a charge left after spending three days in county lockup. “Maybewe should check on that before I pull up my app,” I suggest. “The lot is over there.” I point across the street where there are an abundance of cars stored.

“Why not,” she says, shrugging her shoulders.

“Why are you so nonchalant about this, Demi?”

“It’s not my first rodeo, Luna.”

“If you keep this up, you’re going to lose your license, lady.”

“Which one?” Demi asks, sighing.

“Both. Then what’ll you do?”

“Hire myself a driver and finally lose the boring chore of chasing those who want to fraud their insurance companies?”

“Are you asking me or telling me what you’ll do?” I ask my bestie.

“That has yet to be determined,” she states.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

KODIAK

“Shane,”I growl. “That bitch started it.” My finger hovers over the skank on the monitor. “Why would you let my girl be arrested for defending herself?”

“That’s what the arresting officers advised,” he tells me. “I just wanted them removed from the premises and banned.”

“You’re banning Luna and her friend from your…establishment.” I embellish the word, leaning over him. I know this move makes him uncomfortable, and since that was my goal, I don’t back off.

“I didn’t know she was yours at the time,” he mumbles. “I can lift the ban.”

“That’d be a good idea,” I retort. “What did she drink and how much did she ingest to make her that sick? She wasn’t wobbly when she walked so she wasn’t drunk. Did someone do something to her?”

Although, to be honest, I’m rather impressed by the amount she spewed. I’m sure she was embarrassed as hell, but she covered that overdressed heifer completely. Not only that, but the tape appears to show her trying to apologize until the other woman put her hands on her. Then, her friend jumped in front of Luna and that’s when the fists started flying.

“Not here! I run a clean club,” Shane argues. “Watch.” He backtracks and picks up the day’s event from the viewpoint from the back of the bar. “See. Nobody touched her drink but her and my bartender didn’t slip anything inside of it.”

“Did she only have that one mixed drink?” I ask, my brows drawn in. “I’ve seen her drink before and she can hold down one cocktail without it affecting her.”

I’m at a total loss as to what would have her getting violently ill, especially since Shane has proven her drink wasn’t tampered with, and it appears she only had the one at that, because once the cops showed up, all involved were arrested. I mean, a stomach thing could be going around, but it’s not like I keep up with that shit. Plus, I’d like to think I know my moon well enough that if she wasn’t feeling well, she wouldn’t go out.

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