“Those bitches know how to cook,” Dana said.
Rage’s brows snapped together. “Don’t ever disrespect them, or you’ll never be able to come back.”
Dana rolled her eyes. “I call my friends that.”
“They’re not your friends yet.”
She nodded and chewed on some bacon.
Rage asked her several questions. She would answer them, but her attention was on everyone else in the yard, not him. He quickly got tired of it.
“Do you need a ride home?” he asked.
She jerked his way. “I’m leaving?”
“Yeah. I’ve got things to do.”
“Can’t I hang out with the old ladies?”
“No. You have to get to know them first. Let’s go. I’ll drop you off.”
“I get to come back, right?”
He stared down at her for a moment. When Harley’s face intruded, he got pissed. “Yeah. What are you doing tonight?”
“I have to work.”
“Where?” Rage asked.
“The mall. At JCPenney clothing store.”
“Do you like it?” he asked.
She snorted. “Fuck no. It’s a way to pay the bills right now. I’ve got a lot of dreams and plans for my future.”
He didn’t know what to say about that, so he just nodded. “Let’s get rid of the plates.”
No one stopped them as they rode out of the compound. Forty minutes later, he pulled up to a half-decent apartment building.
“You have roommates?” he asked.
She nodded. “That’s why I have to come to you. We don’t bring guys back to our place.”
He helped her off the bike, cupped the side of her head, and kissed her. If he hadn’t stopped it, she’d be naked and humping him out in broad daylight.
“I’ll be here at 7:00 to get you.”
“I could drive my car.”
“Sure. When you pull into the compound, park on the right.”
“Okay. Can I bring my friends?”
Rage sighed. “Not until I talk to Fury.”
She scowled. “You have to ask your daddy?”
His teeth clenched together. “Knock it off. We have a way of doing things. If you don’t like it, don’t come.”