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I drop my lipstick back into my little crossbody purse.
“But Wynter has a biker, right,” Karla says, sliding her fingers through her long hair.
“Yeah, but it took her forever to get the fucker to claim her,” I huff, rolling my eyes.
“Okay, got it! Don’t worry, because I only want to have some fun. I told Papa that I was spending the weekend with you,” Karla says, nodding.
“Perfect. I told my brother that I was spending it with you. Hopefully it works out. I really want to make sure that you understand about these motherfuckers, because I don’t want you to get hurt,” I say, smiling.
“I understand, let’s go inside,” Karla says, pushing open her door.
I open my door and slide out, looking around the parking lot. I run my fingers through my long hair and adjust my dress.
“Girl, I’m so excited. I can’t wait to talk to him,” I say, smiling.
We walk to the door, the music blares, and I feel the bass vibrate at my feet. The big guard, yeah, a biker, looks at us and lifts his chin. We walk into the bar, and it’s dark, but I see Fiend and Killer near the door.
I can’t help but smile, my heart beats faster, and I feel giddy.
“Hey,” Fiend says, stepping closer, taking my hand.
“You made it,” I say, smiling.
“Always,” Fiend says, kissing my cheek.
“Fiend, Killer, this is my friend Karla,” I say, waving my hand.
“Hi,” Fiend says, lifting his chin.
“Hey,” Killer says, smiling.
“Hello,” Karla says, smiling.
“Let’s get some beer,” I say, looking around the bar.
“We have the bar area at the end for us,” Fiend says, pulling me closer.
“Awesome, could we get some food,” I say, stepping closer to him.
“Baby girl, you can have anything you want,” Fiend says, wrapping his arm around my waist.
“Oh, Josh, I want a lot from you,” I say, placing my hands on his hard, muscular chest.
I gaze into his green eyes, connecting with his soul. I bite my lower lip, loving his smile and those cute dimples.
“Is that right?”
“Yes,” I say, nodding.
“Let’s start with the beer and food, and then we can go from there,” Fiend says, kissing my nose, taking my hand.
Hell!
The sexy biker makes me swoon.
“Okay,” I say, nodding, turning. “Karla, let’s go to the end of the bar.”
“Yes, I need a beer,” Karla says, nodding.
