Page 69 of Judge
“They need to be. All those women are married to men who are embezzlers, ponzi schemers, or just shit at filing taxes,” Chewy says before sucking on her milkshake straw. “Won’t belong now and everyone in town will know that particular bunch of women are having severe financial troubles.”
Mama Debs claps her hands, “Did we film it?”
“Yup,” Mad Dog answers, pointing to the booth in the corner where the ginger is standing on the table, cell phone in hand cackling his red head off.
“I may hate that little asshole Rodney, but he sure does have his uses,” Pops grumbles.
Looking around the diner I take in the faces of the girl gang, Pops and Mad Dog, the MC brothers in the booth laughing at the chaos, the big littles eating fries and plotting, and my own two, standing behind the counter looking happier and more settled than they ever have before. Then my gaze moves to the man who made this all happen, who gave me my twins and a whole family and I can’t help but think how different things could have been if he never walked into the diner asking me to trust him to take care of us.
“You all good there, little mama?” Leo’s deep voice washes over me, and I lean into his stupidly hard chest.
“Yeah babe, just happy to be home.”
Epilogue
Nitro
“This shit is for the birds,” Fox grouses. Again.
“Babe, it’s part of the job, suck it up.”
“I’d rather be sucking something else,” he teases, his dark eyes hooded as he bites his lip.
Fuck, he’s sexy. It’s damned torture working with him all shift. Made worse by the fact we have to wear these bullshit uniforms which highlight Fox’s perky ass. I can feel my cock start to thicken but I’m saved by the radio crackling.
“Dispatch we got a disturbance at Neon Grove, fight in progress,”
Fox groans, banging the back of his head against the patrol car head rest.
“Unit Five responding,” I call out over the comms, then make our way two streets over.
The place is full of people much younger and more fun than Fox and myself. Also, wearing much less clothing. It’s been a while since either of us have been to this meat market. For a long time this is where Fox and I would come to pick up strange that wanted a taste of both of us. I thought that is what I wanted out of life, just meaningless hookups with my best friend. Thencame the attack and I couldn’t think of anything I wanted, fuck, needed, more than to let Fox know how I felt about him. How I’ve always felt about him.
Our sexual relationship with each other may be new, but we always knew, deep down, that to complete us, we needed a third. A woman who could balance out both of our personalities. For me, Fox isn’t my best friend or lover, he’s one part of my soul. He feels the same, and one day I guess we’ll either find the last piece or we’ll fill in the missing spaces ourselves.
“Fucking hell, so glad we don’t have to come to this shit hole anymore,” Fox mumbles under his breath, moving as far as he can from the the roving hands of an intoxicated blonde.
Yelling from near the bar draws my attention, so I hit Fox’s arm with the back of my hand, then tip my head in the direction.
“Holy shit,” Fox breathes and I know exactly what he’s looking at.
The brunette continues to yell at some pale pencil dick in front of her, but it’s the back of her that draws Fox’s and my attention. Tight pants frame a heart shaped ass and thick thighs, her long, glossy curly hair hitting the small of her back, as if acting as an arrow to that juicy ass. One I recognize immediately.
Stepping up behind her I’m about to open my mouth when she moves like lightning, hitting pencil dick with a flawless hook, right into his doughy face.
When I catch her wrist when she pulls it back to hit him once more, she spins toward us, spitting mad, eyes like fire.
“Jasmine Davies,” I can’t help the smirk on my face as her beautiful flushed face stares up at me.
She stares from me, to Fox, then back to me before she blurts out, “I’ll do anything if you promise not to tell my brother!”
“That fat bitch broke my nose!” Pencil dick whines, shoving Jazz out of the way, the only thing stopping her from stumbling and falling to the floor is Fox’s grip on her.
I roll my eyes and grab pencil dick’s arm, roughly leading him toward the exit, Fox, Jazz and Lily who I never saw until now, all following behind.
“How long do we have to do this shit for again?” Fox mumbles under his breath as he blatantly ignores pencil dick’s friends pleading his case.
“Another eleven months. Or until we clean out the department.”
