Page 16 of Ride Long
Emily giggled and held up her hands. “You’re hot, Sloane, but I likecock.”
“You wouldn’t experiment?” Shondra asked. “I have. Hopper wanted to watch anotherwoman—”
“TMI, Sha! Shut your mouth!” Raquelscreeched.
“Hopper? I remember him.” I tried to recall some of the names of the other men I’d known. “Vinnie,” I said, clicking my fingers. “He was always good value. Is he stillaround?”
“He’s in the slammer,” Shondra said. “Fiveyears.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Willy?”
“He works in the garage,” Emilysaid.
“Jones, Bucket,Gasket…”
“Bucket kicked it,” Raquel said. “Someone from the Venturas MC shot him. It’s still a sore point, so I wouldn’t go around yapping aboutit.”
“Gasket runs the garage,” Sam said. “He convinced Marini to let him open it a few yearsago.”
“Really?” I smiled, remembering how Gasket was one of the better men to ride with Fortitude. He’d always comforted me when he found me crying after my parents had been fighting and always had a present for me on my birthday and Christmas. He had to be at least sixty years old bynow.
“Yeah, really,” Shondra replied, giving meattitude.
“So what do you do around here?” I asked, changing the subject now things had started to thaw between us. “For fun andstuff?”
“Drink, go shopping, get our nails done.” She looked me up and down. “But you don’t like those things, am Iright?”
“I wouldn’t mind a set of claws, but unfortunately, Marini has asked me to stay in the compound for the time being.” I held up my hand and inspected my fingernails. “I’ve never had them done before. It could becool.”
“What color?” Sierraasked.
“Black.” Ismirked.
“Was there any doubt?” Shondrasnorted.
“I definitely have a style,” Iretorted.
“Badass rock chic,” Emily quipped. “I like it. It’sdangerous.”
“She fits right in, then,” Raqueldeclared.
“I can do your nails for you,” Sierra went on. “I used to be a beauty therapist. I did a lot of stuff, but nails are my thing. I have a kit, so I can do them righthere.”
“She doesn’t do nails for just anyone,” Sam whispered in my ear. “Just so youknow.”
“Cool,” I said to Sierra. “I’mgame.”
“I can do all kinds of patterns. I’ve got somediamantés.”
“Not the fucking diamantés,” Shondraexclaimed.
“Shut up, bitch,” Sierra shot back. “They’recool.”
“Let’s just start me off at plain black,” I said. “Where do you wantme?”
Sierra stood and held out her hand, wiggling her fingers to show off her handiwork. “Girl, come with me. I’ll hook youup.”
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