Page 141 of Prince Charming

Zara gathered the younger girl in for a hug, sharing quiet words together. Angela smiled. “Love you too, Z.”

When Angela slid out of the booth to go to the bathroom, Zara puffed out a breath. “She was only a little girl five minutes ago. Did I handle it okay?”

“Yeah, worried little Mama.” Chuckled Gia. “But you know, as pissed off and upset with him as she is, Lawless will go mental if she knocks hips with someone. He’ll sic the boys on the poor college kid. He’ll be dead before his jeans can hit the bedroom floor.”

“I say we take a sworn spit oath not to mention this to the boys.” Paige, the pink haired one, spoke up. Everyone agreed.

“Wow, it’s been three whole hours,” Winter declared later. “I didn’t think they’d leave us alone this long.” Marianna didn’t know what they were talking about, but the others agreed. “The boys,” Zara explained, “when we have girls’ night, they most often swing by to see which one of us is the drunkest.”

“And they pay the tab.” Added Luxe.

Ah, damn. She was warm inside from having only a couple of wines and was missing Tag. She’d love to see him striding through the door, but the person she saw not long later was very much unwelcome.

“This looks cozy,” Sofia remarked, addressing everyone. Her cat-like eyes remained on Marianna, “mind if I join you ladies?”

She attempted to slide into the booth, and Zara stopped her. “Yes, we mind. This is old ladies only.”

“She’snot an old lady.” Pointing to Marianna, her eyes snapping hate.

Funny that Marianna didn’t even know this woman, but Sofia held such strong feelings toward her.

“Yes, she is.” Several of her new friends said and Marianna could kiss them all.

Getting her children acclimatized, being their mom again, had given her the confidence she’d sorely lacked for months. She met Sofia’s scorned gaze head on. “What is your problem?”

“You are my problem. They’reSoulsold ladies, you have no right to be at this table.”

“Actually, I do. They are my friends. But what business of yours is it?”

“Speak clear English, bitch.”

“Puta!” Snapped Luxe. “What the fuck did you say? Even pregnant I will rip your face off.”

“You can’t talk to me like that, do you know who I am?”

“Yeah. Aputa. Now get lost.”

“I was the one who came to club parties.”

“No,” Zara corrected, “you came to two parties and both times you were a bitch. The way you’re being a bitch now, thinking you’re better than us. You were not and will never be aSoulsold lady.”

Sofia turned red, about to explode her rage all over like confetti. “Tag and I…”

That’s when Marianna had had enough. She laughed, garnering everyone’s attention. “As bad as my English is,as you say, let me tell you something, Sofia, isn’t it?”

“Call herPuta,” instructed Luxe. Ha! Marianna liked that girl.

“Woman to woman, you are…” she turned to Roux, “what did you say earlier, pissing on the wrong dog?”

Everyone smiled. “Barking up the wrong tree, but I love that analogy, babe.”

“Ah, yeah. You’re barking up the wrong tree because Tag climbed out of my bed this morning.” it was a slight exaggeration. They hadn’t been in bed together for weeks. God, she missed him. But a point needed to be made. “Stop embarrassing yourself, you do not need to do this.”

“You fucking bitch!”

“That’s enough,” Zara interjected, pushing out from the booth, she stood in front of Sofia like an amazon. “This isSoulsproperty, you need to leave now.”

“I have no beef with you.”

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