You better have juice
Me
There’s juice, don’t worry. Gtg
I grin.
Tonight is poker night, after all. Not that I want to be the one to blurt it all out, but there is no escaping it if I go. And if I don’t go, I’ll only be leaving Luna out there to fend for herself. Not that she can’t do that, she can, but it hardly seems fair to make her face the music alone.
I’ll get a chance to tell them about Sawyer and me being his ol’ lady, though half of the women won’t be surprised since they egged me on from the beginning.
I have no clue if the MC will let us do this, or how long they’ll take to decide, but it makes me feel good inside. I’m helping Sawyer in some small way. That’s what this is about, after all. Locking up the men who hurt him. Finally, giving them the justice they deserve.
Two hours later
Girls poker night
“If I knew, I would’ve already told you,” Deanna says, shaking her head at the others. “Trust me.”
The girls are all sitting around the lounge at Luna’s place, since hers is the biggest house to hold — to what has now become quite an extremely large gathering — for poker night.
Aside from me, Deanna and Luna, there’s Payden, Jas, Summer, Bella, Amber, Star, Halo, Stella, Lace, Aspyn and Crystal.
“So Cash still didn’t say anything?” I say, feeling a little on the side of caution. I thought he would’ve at least told his wife.
Deanna sighs. “Normally the pillow talk wins out, but it’s barely seven o’clock,” she says. “I haven’t had the chance to get the man’s jeans off because I’m here with you guys.”
Fair point. All the girls laugh. Pillow talk is common knowledge around here, and there is no way the guys don’t know that we all talk. Surely.
“They all love to pretend they have this secret club business going on in there,” Amber laughs. “But we all know they sing like canaries to their ol’ ladies.”
“Touche,” Payden laughs. “Not that I’m an ol’ lady, but I notice these things.”
“I wish I knew what the hell was going on,” Stella grumbles. “I’d definitely be part of it.” A chime of hell yeahs and the clinking of margarita glasses chime. I mean, the boys really are pretty dumb sometimes. I guess it’s best to let them think they have club business all figured out and we’re just all out here in the dark without a brain in our heads, really playing poker. Meanwhile, girls really do have to stick together.
Luna glances at me. “Would you like me to do the honors?”
I shake my head. “Go for it.”
“Okay, but whatever happens, this stays here,” Luna starts, wagging her finger. “We’re not even kidding. The mission could be compromised if any of you say anything, and then they’ll let none of us take part again.”
“Mission?” Deanna almost spits out her drink, then proceeds to choke on it. Summer helpfully pats her on the back.
“We’re helping Sawyer find this guy he’s been looking for,” I go on, lowering my voice. I add, “He’s part of the ex-Chicago mafia, and he believes he could be connected to the Directors.” Everyone stops what they’re doing and the chatter around theroom subsides. We all may do different things at different times within the club, but we all know who I’m referring to.
Everyone knows.
“Holy shit,” says Star. “So how does this involve you guys?”
“Yeah,” Halo agrees. “And how can we help?”
“Cash hasn’t okayed it yet,” Luna goes on. “But Sawyer and some of the guys got an address downtown where one of the stooges works, whom they’ve got tied up at the warehouse. We’re gonna go in undercover and poke around.”
“Woah,” Stella says, bug eyed. “That’s not fair, why didn’t they ask me?”
I give her a deadpan look. “With your hotshot boyfriend? I think the gig would be up in two seconds.”
She pouts, knowing it’s true.