Copper (Hell's Handlers MC 4)

Shell rolled her lips inward and did her best to squash her laughter. After she had herself under control, she patted Izzy’s back. “I’m sorry, honey. You’re very right, I should be more understanding. I remember how insatiable I was all the time.”

Izzy bobbed her eyebrows, snit long gone. “I’m insatiable in other ways too.”

Stephanie’s hands flew into the air. “And that’s all we need to hear about that, folks. Shell, I’ll have her egg white omelet.”

“Hey!” The knife was back and pointing at Steph again. “I had to see your man’s scrawny ass last week and don’t tell me it wasn’t plowing his dick into you. Granted I didn’t see you because my eyeballs melted out of my face as soon as I realized what was going on.”

Steph gave them a sheepish smile as her face turned pink.

“Where were they?” Shell asked. Those two crazy exhibitionists.

“Hood of Steph’s car. Saw them when Jig and I were leaving the clubhouse three days ago.” She shuddered. “Trust me, Mav’s pasty ass is not a sight you want to see.”

Steph rolled her eyes and Shell wanted to laugh. Their friend was unapologetic about the fact that she and her ol’ man liked to get it on out in the wide-open world. “His ass is not pasty…it’s inked.”

The three of them dissolved into giggles.

“Now wait a second,” Steph said waving a hand in Shell’s direction. “What’s going on with you? You’re looking kinda floaty.”

Shell cocked her hip and set the heavy coffee pot down on the table. “Floaty? How does one look floaty?” Thankfully the diner wasn’t busy so she could shoot the shit with her friends for a few moments.

“You know,” Steph said, waving her hands about. “Like you’re floating around the room.”

“Yeah,” Izzy added. “Because you got a got a big dick in ya, and your feet can’t reach the ground.”

Both women stared at Izzy. “What?”

Steph cracked up. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

Izzy shrugged. “Sure it does. Shell knows.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Shell said, but she was pretty sure her face was the color of the tomato going in Steph’s omelet.

“Take it you patched things up with Copper?” Izzy asked. She sipped her decaf coffee then scowled at the mug.

“Yeah. He came over last night. I spilled my guts. He believed me, and—”

“Of course he believed you,” Steph cut in. “I think what happened the other day was just shock. Couldn’t have been easy for him to have a bomb like that dropped on him. He reacted like an ass, but we all know Copper doesn’t usually flip his shit.”

“Yeah.” Shell dropped into the booth beside Izzy. Might as well enjoy a hot minute off her aching feet. “It’ll take us both some time to get used to living with the knowledge of my past, but we’re going to give it a serious go.”

“You feel comfortable sharing what happened with your sisters?” Steph asked. Nothing but sincerity and concern radiated from here. This wasn’t some gossipy interest in the past, this was her family truly wanting to support her and know her.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to say it too many times. The story isn’t exactly a fairy tale. Girl’s night next weekend? My house.”

“You’re on,” Izzy said.

“’Kay, great.” She rose from the booth. “Let me get your orders in before mommy badass starts gnawing on your arm, Steph.”

“Funny.” Izzy hooked a finger in the handle of Stephanie’s coffee mug and started to slowly drag it to her side of the booth. “See if I name my baby girl Michelle.”

With a scowl, Steph slapped Izzy’s hand away. “Unhand my caffeine.”

“Oh my God,” Shell said, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “You found out it’s a girl? Wait…it’s way too early to know it’s a girl.”

“Oh, it’s a girl,” Izzy said. “I refuse to birth a penis.”

Shell was still chuckling minutes later when she moved on to her other tables. The women were the heart of the MC. And quite possibly the backbone. Each strong and kickass in their own right, Shell couldn’t ask for better sisters. And that’s what they were. Maybe not by blood, but sisters just the same.

Four hours later, Shell sat on a bench outside the diner frowning at her phone. It was ten to three, and all the other employees were long gone. Toni hadn’t even been in, taking a rare personal day to hang with her man. Apparently, Louie had gone missing, and Zach had been a raving lunatic for the past few days. Toni was hoping to sex him into a better mood before she took him to buy a new baseball bat. Though Zach swore he didn’t need one. He was convinced Louie would turn up somewhere. Toni’s theory was someone from the gym swiped it from Zach’s office.

Wouldn’t want to be that poor schmuck once Zach caught wind of them.