“I put a hunnid on my people,” Jaxson said, tossing a hundred-dollar bill in the pot. “When we win, I’ll split the pot with y’all.”
“I could use a little extra cash. Let’s go, Mr. Ethan!” Willow yelled out.
“Willow, please!” I exclaimed while we all cracked the hell up.
It was a little after 9 p.m. when it was time for Willow and me to leave. The Rebels won the bike race, and we earned a hundred dollars from the pot. Willow loosened up a little after seeing a few races, which I was happy about because my good sis needed to get out more. We ended up staying to see the car race, then decided it was time for us to go.
“I’m gon’ have Ethan and Herb follow y’all,” Jaxson said once we made it back to my car. I could see Willow look at Ethan while he was staring at her and smiled.
“That’s not necessa—” I started, but he cut me off.
“It’s very necessary. Make sure you hit Wes up and let her know y’all made it,” he said with finality.
I tossed my palms up in surrender. I knew one thing: Hanging around Kenzi and the MCR would always come with some type of protection. I wasn’t going to argue with him, even though I didn’t want these people I didn’t fully know to know where I lived.
“Fine. See you later, Weslei. Thanks for inviting us,” I said, giving her a hug.
“Yeah, I surprisingly had fun,” Willow countered.
“No problem, loves. Thank y’all for coming. I’m glad y’all enjoyed yourselves, and I’m sure Kenzi will have y’all back here in no time.” She giggled.
I laughed. “I don’t doubt it. See ya. Thanks for the plate, Jax.”
“You got it.” He kissed my cheek, then signaled Ethan and Herb to follow me. I got inside my car, started the engine, and pulled out of the parking space.
“Thanks for coming with me, Will. I told you it would be fun.”
“It was alright. The highlight was Jaxson’s food, of course.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Yeah, that man sure can cook. What’s up with you and Ethan, though?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing. I’m just saying, you can’t stay a virgin forever.”
“Who the heck says I’m a virgin?”
My head swung over to look at her. “Oh, you’re not? I know you aren’t keeping secrets, miss thang!”
“I’m not. I just prefer not to say. Anyhoo, don’t you try to play matchmaker either. I don’t want a guy who’s affiliated with the biker world. I heard too many horror stories behind that. They treat their women like property.”
“The Rebels are not like that. They are against war and drugs. They give back to the community, and I heard they are buildingbetter homes over here on the East Side. Do you really think Ruger treats Kenzi like property?”
“He doesn’t, but he’s the president, so I’m sure he gets to do whatever he wants.”
I laughed at her. “You really have a lot to learn, babes. They handle their business if things get out of hand, but they don’t initiate problems. The problems usually come to them.”
“And how do you know all of this?”
“Hello, is our best friend not about to marry the guy who started this?”
“I guess you have a point. But still. I’m not interested.”
I shrugged and smiled. “You don’t have to be, but we both know you are.”
She waved me off, and we both laughed. It only took me thirty-five minutes to get home since I lived in Madison Heights. I pulled into my driveway and got out.
“Thank you, gentlemen!” I yelled over the loud sound of their engines roaring. They saluted us and pulled away.