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“Yeah, shocked me too,” Prez replies with a chuckle.
“Wire wants to keep teaching her and see how far she can go. I think she would be an asset to the club. She’s smart. Our Princess sees things from a different view than us. The future of the club is looking brighter with her knowledge and skills.”
“Yeah, my girl is one hell of a woman. As long as she’s not in any danger.” The pride in Joker’s voice is loud and clear.
“No danger, but you’re acting like you have a say in this. You know as well as I do that Carrie is strong-minded and will do as she pleases, whether you like it or not, Joker,” he says with a chuckle.
We all laugh with him.
“Fuck, she’s a handful, alright. I’ll talk to her,” Joker says, smiling wide.
We all pile out of church, and Joker heads straight for Carrie. Picking her up and giving her a big kiss, like he’s not seen her in months rather than thirty minutes or so. They are so in love. After watching Carrie and Joker, I feel a need to know all of Pandora’s secrets, just in case, so I head off to find Wire.
“Wire, brother, you in?” I ask as I knock on his door.
“Sure, brother, come in,” comes his reply.
“Can you do me a favor, please?”
“I’m busy with the Carrie stuff, but sure what’s up?” he asks, turning to face me in his office chair.
“Can you run a background check on a Pandora Jones?” I ask, really not sure this is the way to go.
“Yeah, I’ll find some time and do that for you. You in a rush for it?” he asks, making a note of the name.
“No, brother, just when you get a chance.”
CHAPTEREIGHT
PANDORA
It’s been a few weeks now since I stormed out of Tank’s house. He had come round later that night and apologized for pushing me. So, I let it go for now. I need to learn to trust him a little more, and I am slowly opening up to him. The sex is amazing, off the charts, toe-curling, rock my world amazing, and I feel a connection to him. He’s taking me out tonight to some rodeo/country bar he heard about, remembering that I love country music.
Getting ready, I dress in a white-cap sleeve dress with lace edging and cowboy boots, because well, it is a rodeo bar after all. Tank arrives right on time. He’s always spot on.
“Wow, darlin’, you look breathtaking,” he says with his hand on his heart, looking all taken aback.
“Come on, biker boy. Bet you say that to all the girls.” I tell him as I grab my purse and step outside.
“You do look beautiful,” he tells me, giving me a kiss.
“Not looking so bad yourself. You scrub up well.” I nod at his dress shirt and what looks like new, black jeans.
“Why, thank you, darlin’. I like to look my best when I’m with my girl,” he tells me, taking my hand and leading me to his truck.
“No bike?” I ask, confused.
“Not tonight. Wanted to be able to hold your hand while we drive, plus it’s forecasted to rain tonight. Don’t want you getting wet and catching a cold, now do we?” he says as he helps me into the truck.
Jesus, sometimes, just when I think I know what he’s going to do, he does the opposite. The drive to the rodeo bar is quiet as we take in the scenery and listen to some country music when Brantley Gilbert comes on.
“Oh my God. I love this song,” I squeal, turning up the radio.
Brantley sings about how she has a wild side and troubles in her blood, and I’m singing along to all the words.
“This song could be your anthem darlin’, describes you to the letter. What’s it called?” Tank asks, laughing at my singing.
“My Baby’s Guns N’ Roses,” I tell him, smiling back.
