Page 119 of Clint & Ivy

“Yeah, your whining is exhausting so early in the morning,” Sabrina replied and then frowned at me. “Did you leave Elle at home because you figured Zodiac might show up?”

“No.”

“You need to get your sister to fuck that man and learn his secrets.”

“Yeah, turn her into a spy,” Rowdy added, forgetting how he was fighting with his sister.

Sabrina took a bite of her burger and nodded. “Do it quick before Elle loses the last of her looks.”

“I think Elle looks as sexy as ever,” Moe announced and shrugged when Sabrina glared at her. “She was walking around in her shorts recently, and I remember thinking, ‘If I weren’t a taken woman, I’d hit that.’”

The guys at the other table all nodded until I frowned at them. Then, they got quiet and pretended my sister wasn’t hot.

“Throwing Elle at Zodiac won’t work,” I explained, since I sensed they were serious. “She’s only horny when she’s drunk. If she’s drunk, she won’t stay focused on the plan. Plus, she tends to get booze amnesia, so we wouldn’t get any inside info. It’d be a waste of time.”

Rock nodded. “Elle would be a terrible spy. She also thinks Zodiac is a bitch because he got his ass kicked by her elderly father.”

“She isn’t wrong,” Vanessa said. “Everyone knows Ford is a shitty fighter. He’d be in a wheelchair if our dad hadn’t saved his ass all the time.”

I smiled at my cousin. “I’m not playing the ‘my dad is better than your dad’ game.”

“Because you know you’d lose.”

“Yeah, because you dumbasses refuse to listen to reason. When I brought out an actual fucking chart once to prove how Ford was superior to Pax, you idiots set it on fire.”

Rock chuckled at the memory while the guys got noisy again behind us.

“The fire was my idea,” Rowdy said with great pride. “Nessa and Bina just wanted to rip up your chart, but I insisted fire was necessary.”

“Lula planned to argue the merits,” Sabrina grumbled and sighed deeply. “Like the entire world exists solely for her to win arguments. I ain’t got that kind of time to waste.”

Our good time died down once Tricky, Jagger, and their guys entered the restaurant.

“You took off fast,” Tricky said, stopping at our table while the rest of his people went to order. “Did your woman order you back home?”

“Hey, Tricky,” Cher said and smiled warmly. “You should wear a hat when you ride. Your mom wouldn’t like your head getting cold.”

Tricky narrowed his eyes. “I’m onto you, Cher. Leave me alone.”

Cher smiled at Sabrina. “Someone ratted me out.”

“Probably Jagger,” Sabrina muttered. “No one else in the Jokers has an IQ higher than this burger.”

Tricky opened his mouth to argue with Sabrina. She smiled, waiting for her chance to give him shit. Lula wasn’t the only Reed woman who liked to argue.

“We need to talk when we get back,” Tricky told me after accepting how arguing with Sabrina was a dead end.

“You, me, Jagger, and Rock can sit down and chat tomorrow.”

My VP grinned, not because he was invited but because Jagger likely wouldn’t have been. Tricky couldn’t seem to gel with his second in command.

“We should do it today.”

“I can give you an hour after dinner. Does that work for you?” I asked Rock.

“No, I have shit to do. How about tomorrow in the afternoon?”

Tricky stretched his long arms high into the air as if trying to touch the ceiling. It was a move he made whenever he wanted to start throwing punches but knew he’d lose the fight.

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