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Their presence was the one thing that hadn’t changed with the new leadership, if anything, it had gotten worse.

I shook my head. “I just fuckin’ found out two minutes ago!”

That got a rare chuckle out of Freddie. “How could you not know?”

“She said her name was Penny.”

Charmer threw his head back with another laugh. “Have you not seen her before? Not even in a photo or anything?”

“Obviously not,” I pushed through gritted teeth.

“Man, you picked the right Santino to rail though. ‘Cause fuck me… that tiny little blonde, would I like to…”

The stare that I gave Charmer was enough to make him shut his mouth. The club’s treasurer happened to be one of my best mates, but that didn’t mean we hadn’t scrapped once or twice already.

And I was happy to make it a third.

But the door opened, and I groaned and sank down into the booth, knowing that I would have to hear about my mistake for the rest of the night.

If not for the rest of my life.

I knew that I would have to talk to Prince about it eventually, but I was just praying for him to not show up just yet. The joking and teasing, I could handle, but I was in no mood for a lecture.

“Ladies,” Bull nodded as he pulled a chair from the neighbouring table up to ours and sat. His shoulders were tense, and he was fidgeting already while trying to get comfortable.

The guy was almost too big to fit on a bike, but usually looked ridiculous whenever he tried to stuff himself into a car.

Roo gave us a small wave before heading to the bar to get everyone drinks.

The young prospect had been doing well, and got along with most of us good enough.

Unfortunately for Roo, his nickname did not come from any distinguishing personality or physical traits—but just for the fact that he had been hit by (you read that right, beenhit by) not one, but two, giant kangaroos and totaled his new bike within the first few weeks of getting it.

The newer bike that sat out the front already had another dent in the tank that he refused to tell anyone the origin of. He’d turned pale when Shag had pointed out that it looked a little like the thick tail of a big, red roo.

He brought the drinks to the table just as Dash sat down as well.

Shag leaned forward to grab a drink off the table, and blurted out quickly, “Henny fucked the Santino girl.”

I frowned at him, but he only shrugged.

“I wanted to tell the others, right?” he snapped.

I shook my head.

“What the fuck?” Bull chuckled.

“Seriously?” Dash smirked.

“Yes,” I sighed. “Look. I’ll allow one question from each of you and then I don’t want to hear another fuckin’ word.”

“Ohh,” Roo quickly put up his hand.

“Yes, go ahead,” I nodded towards him.

“Did her pussy taste like money?”

I threw the salt shaker at his head and the rest of the guys groaned and mumbled, knowing that that would be the last of the questions accepted.