Page 323 of One More Kiss

“I know.” A smile played at my lips. “She’s the only one who can call someone a ‘bitch.’”

Alex raised a finger. “Because she only calls actual bitches ‘bitches.’ While men mean it in a more derogatory way.” He repeated the words my mom had said to us since we were kids.

“Yet she doesn’t have a problem with club whores,” Caleb countered. We’d all heard the lecture over the years.

I shrugged. “She says the name fits them and that we don’t mean it to be demeaning.”

“Some of us do,” Alex said darkly. “Listen, put your dick anywhere you want, just don’t fuck the rest of us over.”

“Will do. Or not do. What the fuck ever.”

The three of us went back to work until lunchtime when I pulled out the burner phone no one knew I had to text the only person I used this phone for.

Trinity.

No one else could know that we hooked up or had any involvement and I didn’t trust my younger brothers not to snoop through my main phone.

You up to meeting tonight?I sent her then took a bite of my sandwich. Alex, Caleb, and the rest of the guys were scattered around the picnic table chattering.

Absolutely. Same place?

Yep. Seven?

Perfect.

There was a shitty out-of-the-way motel that I liked to use because no one would bother looking for us there if they ever had reason to go looking.

It wasn’t just for my protection, either. It was for hers as well. If her brother or his club found out that she was fucking around with a Soul, I knew exactly what they’d do to her and I’d have to step in. Which would bring shit back to my own club.

Nope. Couldn’t let that happen. Even if I had developed feelings for her, I’d never let anyone know.

That wouldn’t mean anything good for anyone. Me or her.

It’d be an honest shitshow.

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