Page 67 of Judge
Kaia smiles sweetly and Pops twists his lips, nodding before holding out his hand. “Well played, girl. Well played.”
Kai takes his hand then pulls him in for a hug, whispering something in his ear. He barks out a laugh, pulling back with a smile on his face. “Lets you and I have a talk, huh?”
“Well, that took an unexpected turn,” Rider mumbles, stepping up beside me.
“Brother, do something about your face,” I shake my head, eyes on Fox, Nitro and Jazz. Huh. That’s interesting.
“What? Do I have something on it?”
I slowly turn to look at Rider looking confused. “Um, might wanna check in the mirror brother,”
“As long as it’s nothing too bad. That Zadie woman was hot as hell,” he mumbles, heading off into the house.
“Have I told you lately how much I love you?” Kai says, slipping her hand into mine.
“No need baby, our hearts and souls recognize their other halves.”
Kaia beams up at me, before resting her head on my chest, and something in me clicks into place. This is what I’ve been missing since I was eighteen years old. My other half. My woman. My Kaia.
Kaia
“Um Mom, those soccer women are coming in,” Annie-Bella says, eyeing the door as the little bell above it jingles.
“OK baby, I’ll seat them in my section,” I press a kiss to her head and grab the coffee pot, ready to serve the horrible bitches. It’s been two weeks since our kids were kicked off the team, and I have to admit my weekends have been so much nicer seeing as I don’t have to fight with them anymore.
“Kaia, howniceto see you.” Chelsea sneers as her bimbo friends titter behind her. “I heard you moved into that trashy motorcycle club compound. Once trash, always trash, huh?”
“Chelsea, how’s your husband’s nose? I hope the plastic surgery went well,” I smirk, filling up their coffee cups. “What can I get you all?”
“Just the usual,” one of the bimbos says. “And can you make sure the berry compote is fresh this time?” More snickering ringsout from their table as I walk behind the counter to place their order.
“Five granola’s, Marv,” I call out, slapping my hand on the counter top to get his attention as the bell above the door sounds out again.
Turning, I’m met with the girl gang, Pops and Mad Dog heading toward the stools up at the counter. “Well, lookie at you all here. What can I get ya?”
“Oh, maybe a round of milkshakes?” Lovely asks, perching on the stool before adding, “And a little revenge,” she beams, her cheeks flushed.
Looking around, I lean closer. “What do you know?”
“Oh, nothing yet, but we’ll have to wait and see.” Remy winks.
Marv rings the kitchen bell and Annie steps up next to me, helping me with the food for Chelsea’s table.
“It’ll sort itself out soon enough. It’s just a mess up with the insurance, you know how insurance can be,” Chelsea says in a voice less confident than usual.
“I don’t see why your insurance is refusing to pay for his nose job, but you guys are loaded, so I’m sure you’ll just pay for it outright.”
Chelsea gives her friend a tight smile and doesn’t even spare me a glance when I place her lame granola in front of her.
I move back to my spot behind the counter as the twins circulate around the busy dining room doing top ups or clearing plates.
“Did you do something to Chelsea’s health insurance? She said something about them not paying for her husband’s nose job,” I murmur to the gang.
Pops snorts and then he and Mad Dog chuckle, eyes glinting. Chewy sits stock still, her fingers tapping on the counter top as she stares in the direction of the women. I share a look withMira, who gives me two thumbs up. Shrugging I go about my business, which today seems to be ignoring the hideous witches cackling in the corner, throwing me and my kids the stink eye.
The sound of motorcycle pipes rumble through the diner and I flick my gaze to the window, watching as the DRMC all pull up, one by one, parking their bikes neatly out the front. I grin as my man comes walking toward me, his big boots stopping when they meet the toes of my sneakers. He grips the sides of the Ol Lady cut he gave me at the party two weeks ago, using his grip to pull me closer and kissing me like he hasn’t seen me in years. Much to the disgust of the twins behind me.
“So gross! You saw her this morning, bruh,” Jax spits.
