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“Excuse me?” I frown, unsure why she’s directing her commands at me when she seems perfectly able-bodied.

“You heard me ...help.” She sneers as she says the last word and fire ignites in my veins.

“Give it a rest, Mia.” Ivy glares at the woman. “You’ve never tried to act like Jett’s old lady before. Why start now?”

“Ivy!” Charmaine admonishes.

Mia turns a wicked smile on Ivy. “Shut your trap, slut. Or can you only do that when a brother’s dick is in your mouth?” She leans against the counter, looks her up and down, and then addresses the rest of us. “It must be so awkward for all of you knowing this little club whore has been with every man in this clubhouse.”

I stand abruptly, my chair falling to the floor behind me. “Don’t you dare speak about her that way.”

“What are you going to do about it,help?”

I take a deep breath through my nose and close my eyes, resisting the urge to slug her pretty face with my cast, but I can’t.I need this job. At least until this awful lockdown is over and I can start looking for something else. I need to pay for Josh’s care, and no matter how much Jett may claim to dislike his wife, you don’t hit the Prez’s old lady and expect to still work in the clubhouse.

Mia’s smile is wide, her teeth gleaming as she laughs at me. “That’s what I thought.”

“What the fuck is going on here?” Jett says from the doorway, his voice cold and slick as ice. I swallow hard and meet his gaze.

“Just making friends with the girls is all,” Mia says.

“Bullshit,” Jett says, coming into the kitchen and leaning against the cabinet. He glares between his wife and me, finally settling on her gaze and butter-wouldn’t-melt expression. “Don’t you have some online shopping to do?”

Ivy covers her mouth to stifle her laughter. Mia glowers at her husband and heads for the door. “Don’t you have another whore to fuck, or are they all here in this very room?”

“Go to bed, Mia,” Jett growls. “You’re embarrassing yourself.”

She stalks from the room and we all let out a collective sigh.

“Well, that was fun.” Indie picks up her glass and downs the rest of the whiskey. I glance at Jett, afraid he’ll fly off the handle. I have no idea why he married that evil wench, but I’m convinced she’s the worst humanity has to offer.

“Boys are ’bout to party. So unless you’re up for boozing and fucking, I suggest you all head to bed lest your delicate sensibilities become offended.”

“Wonderful,” Charmaine says.

Ivy shoots up from her seat and skips to the door. “That’s my cue to find Tank.”

“Yep, Kick gets horny after inflicting lots of violence, so that’s me out too. Will you be okay, Raine?”

I open my mouth, but Jett answers for me, “She’s fine.”

“You know she didn’t start that shit with Mia, right?” Indie asks.

“Yeah, I know.” He rakes a hand through his hair. The dark shadows under his eyes say he’s in desperate need of sleep, and for a moment I feel bad for him. All the pressure of running this clubhouse, making the hard decisions that no one else wants to, and keeping everyone in line, can’t be easy. Then I remember that he’s been hot and cold with me since this damn lockdown started, and I’m glad he’s tired. I hope he’s as miserable as I am.

“You need to rein in your bitch, Jett,” Ivy says without preamble, and I wince.

“Funny, I was thinking Tank needed to do the same thing.”

Ivy laughs. “He wishes.”

“Night, Raine,” Indie says.

“Goodnight.”

“You want me to put breakfast on in the morning, Prez?” Charmaine asks.

“We still got a clubhouse full of hungry men, don’t we?”

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