Page 69 of Indecent Lies

“Why don’t you have a boyfriend, Roux? You’re not dumb enough to get kidnapped and sold holding a wedding gown like me,” this Roux snorted at. She was just like her father in that she saw that whole situation as business. This world was so new to Poppy, she didn’t think she could ever see selling a person as normal. She wouldn’t tell Roux, for fear of offending her, but those bikers scared her, her dad especially. His aura was black as night. “You’re gorgeous and confident.”

Roux rolled a shoulder, nonchalantly. “Can you see a boyfriend coming to the door with my dad? He’d be full of bullet holes before he can say hey.”

At that, the phone in Poppy’s pocket started chiming again.

It took all her willpower not to answer it.

“Ignoring him?”

“Yes, I am.”

Roux laughed. “Good girl, I’ll teach you how to be a badass biker bitch yet. Make these men finally see they’re not getting a princess but a fucking queen on the back of their bikes.”

Again, the statement sounded more personal than Roux was letting on, but Poppy being Poppy and still slightly moody over Tait, she didn’t dive into her friends’ business.

“is it weird that I’m glad we met? I mean, despite the circumstances.”

“Me too, Cinders.”

“You’ve been a better friend to me in a few weeks than all the friends I’ve had growing up.” She sighed and looked slightly chagrined about it. “That’s quite sad, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, babe, a bit. Know your worth. Bitches who don’t see that don’t get to be your friend. You need a better girl squad. Girls to have your back, not lick ass around your so called fiancé who probably can’t find his own micro dick.”

Poppy snorted unladylike and covered her mouth.

Her phone chimed again twice more and she let it ring off.

She’d talk to Tait soon enough.

Not like she could run away a second time, not after she made such a fuss of taking up refuge in his apartment.

She’d just have to pull on her big girl panties.

“Let’s go out for drinks soon,” she suggested. “Do you know any good bars?”

“Babe,” Roux grinned, making her a thousand percent sexier in her tight denim and vivid blue lipstick. “You know it. We’ll get you white girl wasted and see if we can’t find you a man who knows…”

“How to use his hands and his mouth?” She filled in, delighted.

“Ex-fucking-zactly. Those bikers need taking down a peg or two. A woman offers her body, he should get on the floor and show his fucking gratitude.”

Picturing Tait on his knees, with his hands spanning her hips while his mouth… while his mouth did things to her… brought flashes of flames racing over her cheekbones.

She didn’t want any other man, she wanted him badly and desperately.

But she’d love going for drinks with Roux.

Her mom often hid all her problems in a bottle of Chablis.

So could Poppy.

* * *

Texas didn’t intend to poke his nose in again.

He’d told Snake about the Russian’s because he still gave a fuck about them trying to swindle theSouls. He wasn’t using it to get back in, that was like flogging not only a dead horse, but a horse that had been cremated three times.

Besides, that’s not how Texas worked.

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