Page 43 of Emily's Essence

“She hates all the old ladies,” Feral said.

“But I’m not.”

Hawk grinned when the guys laughed.

She looked at him with wide eyes. “What?”

He kissed the side of her head. “We’ll talk later. Now finish your story.”

“She said I was like them, meaning the sluts, and I laughed. I told her I respected my body too much to be a whore. I don’t mind working, unlike the women. I said I’d be embarrassed because you guys didn’t give a shit about her and that she was just a hole…”

The guy grinned when she turned red.

“Fuck?” Brick asked.

She frowned at him. “Yes. A group of guys interrupted…”

“I was there,” Snoopy said.

“Yes. You and a few others. You’re the one that told her you’d be watching her.”

Snoopy nodded.

Emily faced the others. “She said to watch out, that so many things could happen to a person. I asked if she was threatening me, and she said no and walked off.”

Hawk looked at Striker. That was all they needed to know.

“Can you tell me now what’s going on?” she asked.

“How about Hawk tell you about it later? It seems you have some other things to talk about.” Striker grinned.

“You might try asking her,” Feral said.

Striker snorted. “Yeah, like you asked Meg?”

Feral laughed.

He pressed a kiss to her lips. “I promise to tell you all about it later.”

She nodded.

He lifted her to her feet, and before she got a step away from him, he smacked her ass. She gasped and turned around to face him. Her mouth was open, and both of her hands were on her butt cheeks.

“What in the world are you doing?” she asked.

“I just wanted to give you a pat on the ass.”

She stared at his grin with narrow eyes. “You’re a brat.”

“And he’s rude,” Striker said with a grin.

She nodded. “Yes. You’re a rude brat, and we’ll talk about this later.”

They waited until the door closed, and she walked away before laughing hysterically.

Hawk patted his stomach. “God, I forgot about Kristina calling us rude.”

“Yes. I don’t think she’s forgiven you, by the way,” Striker said.

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