“You jerk, I slid them on and thought I’d gained weight. I didn’t even check to see if they were mine since they were hanging in my closet,” Adley grumbled.
Macy giggled until tears were pouring down her cheeks. Macy was two sizes smaller and had a runner’s build. Adley had junk in the trunk that was there no matter if she ran or dieted. She had a curvy figure and was fine with it until she had to try to squeeze it into her sister’s jeans.
“I will pay you back sometime,” Adley promised.
“Oh, I know you will. But it was so totally worth it,” Macy said.
Adley snickered at her sister’s glee. This right here with her family was why shealways took the cases from the person who rescued them. She had her sister and her mom. They had safe homes, food, and the ability to choose what they did. Life couldn’t get any better than having choices of what to do. If she had to represent the cases from the emails into her retirement, she would because she could never repay the figure who rescued them. She would always be in their debt.
“Ladies, I think we need to celebrate. How about I take us all out tonight for some shopping and dinner?” Adley said.
“What are we celebrating?” her mom asked.
“Life. We’re celebrating life,” Adley said, reaching for her mom and sister’s hands and holding them because these women meant everything to her.
“Awesome. I’m up for some retail therapy and food. We definitely need to help Mom find some new clothes,” Macy said.
“What? My clothes are fine,” Judith said.
“Are they really for a cougar?” Macy said, snickering.
Chapter Eight
Justice pulled his bike into the compound and followed the small road around to where his house was. His Aunt Charlie had offered to watch Ian while Justice went to meet with a potential client.
In the week since he’d been falsely arrested, he’d seen Detective Stanza following him or being at the same place Justice was at least once a day, sometimes more.
He’d clocked Detective Stanza in his brown sedan parked outside the clubhouse across the street. The building across the street was currently vacant, but the club had purchased it along with four more onthat side of the street. Pit wanted to control who was allowed close to their clubhouse and Pit’s family. Justice could understand Pit’s fears because Justice had them about his kid, too.
Because their clubhouse was toward the edge of the city, there were some farms and farmhouses nearby. The club was friendly with all of them just to be neighborly but also to ensure they called the club first if they were interested in selling.
He pulled his bike inside his garage and headed into the house. A note on the kitchen counter caught his eye. His Aunt Charlie was at the clubhouse. Justice decided he’d change out of his suit then head to the clubhouse. He was hungry and in a horrible mood after dealing with the detective today.
He quickly changed, then grabbed his tablet. Adley had said they’d be sending an update and to call her if he had questions after reading it. It hadn’t been there last time he checked, but he was anticipating it this weekend.
“Hey, Justice, where’s my little man?” Tack asked as he joined Justice on the short walk to the clubhouse.
“Aunt Charlie kept him when I ran to meet with a client. You’ll have to pry him away from whoever has him,” Justice said, knowing Tack had joined him thinking he’d get to hold the baby first. Justice adored that his tough brothers, who he had fought beside, could turn into the biggest softies when Ian was around.
“You know sometimes we want to spend time with you. Stain still following you around?” Tack asked. The guys had allgotten a kick out of Adley’s name for him and were using it frequently.
“Yes, he was parked out front when I rolled in,” Justice replied.
Tack chuckled, then patted Justice’s shoulder. “Oh, I got this. You’re going to love this,” Tack said as they walked into the clubhouse.
Pretty much all his brothers who weren’t working were in the clubhouse.
“Hey, Nita, you should do that thing we talked about. He’s across the street in a brown sedan,” Tack said, smirking.
Nita, who was one of their new Sirens, nodded. Justice thought about how his mom and aunt had changed the Sirens’ jobs. Originally, back in his dad and uncle’s day, the Sirens had gotten room and board for having sex with the guys and sometimes cleaning the clubhouse. They were clubgirls, but his mom and aunt said there were a lot of the women who just wanted to be an Old Lady, so there was a lot of infighting.
When the majority of the club brothers were lost and his mom and aunt held them together, they also rewrote the Sirens’ job. Sirens could only be a Siren if they had another outside job or were attending college or trade school to have another job. The club would help them with college costs, etc. The Sirens were in charge of cleaning and helping at club functions, along with having sex with who they wanted. One of the things that his mom and aunt had required was that the girls had the right to say no.
Nita was a Siren because she wanted a safe place to live for herself and her little brother while she finished her apprenticeship as a stylist. She had one night a month whenshe’d cut hair for the brothers to make extra money.
Justice wondered what his little brother had set up with Nita when he saw her grab a burner phone.
“I’d like to report someone for indecent exposure. I was running and went by a brown sedan. The driver had his dick out and was jerking it to beat the band. Now, I’m all for a little self-love but not in broad daylight on a city street.”
