Scar gasped and whirled around to face him. “How dare you. My Kitten is no such thing.”
A round of disbelieving snorts sounded around her. Even from people walking by them.
“Clearly, someone’s got the rose-colored glasses on,” Juno said.
Scar flipped him off.
The door opened behind them and then they heard Saint ask, “Why the hell are you all standing in the damned doorway?”
Juno turned to see Saint, Nash, and Auggie standing there, all looking somewhere between confused and curious.
Juno pointed at Scar and said, “Her fault.”
Scar mock-gasped and pointed right back at him. “It’s not my fault you’re late.”
“Wait, there was a set time?” Nash asked, sounding worried about it.
“No,” Saint said, took Nash’s hand, and dragged him away from them.
Probably smart.
“Dick,” Scar said to Juno.
“Vagina,” Juno responded, and when she glowered at him, he said, “What? I thought we were naming each other’s attributes.”
“Dumbass. Immature,” Auggie said and when both Scar and Juno gave him a dirty look, he added, “Scary.”
Juno laughed and put a hand on Auggie’s head to ruffle his hair. Auggie batted his hand away while growling at him. Not that he was scary. In the least. He was cute, though.
Juno turned back to Scar and asked, “So what’s the plan with Wildcat?”
“Well, I’ve officially claimed her. She doesn’t know yet, of course. Now I’m just waiting for her to show up so I can tell her,” Scar said.
Juno cocked a brow at her and motioned behind her. “She’s right there.”
Scar whirled around, then glanced over her shoulder at Juno, saying, “See ya, boys, I’ve got a kitten to bag.”
“Good luck.”
She was gonna need it. Not that she thought so.
“Here kitty kitty,” Scar sang as she headed toward Wildcat.
Grizz shook his head and said, “If she was anyone else, I’d fear for her life.”
Juno snorted. “She’s the only one who can get away with calling her Kitten because Wildcat doesn’t want to fight her.”
“She doesn’t want Scar that close,” Grizz said with a teasing smile on his lips.
“Ah. I can smell the denial,” Auggie said.
Juno arched a brow at him. “You sure that ain’t just sweat and beer you’re smelling?”
Auggie gave him a deadpan look and said, “Unless it’s you I’m smelling, then yes, I’m sure.”
Juno flipped him off just as Russell appeared behind Auggie and one look from the guy and Juno was grabbing Rome’s hand to pull him toward the bar. They got on the barstools and Juno flagged down Jordan who was miraculously still behind the bar. Usually, it didn’t take long before Stiletto lured him away from his duties. He never got into trouble for it, of course, because Stiletto was the one upholding the bylaws and, well… counterproductive to punish her own boyfriend for doing what she wanted.
“What do you want?” Juno asked Rome, a smile on his lips as he met Rome’s gaze.
“Don’t really care as long as there’s alcohol in it.”
Juno turned to Jordan and said, “Two gin and tonics, please.”
Scar got onto the barstool next to Rome and let out a big sigh.
“I’ve never been rejected that hard and still felt like it wasn’t actually a rejection,” Scar said.
“No means no, Scarlett,” Rome said with a cheeky smile.
Scar snorted. “Not if they don’t mean it.”
Jordan put a drink in front of Rome and Juno, then turned to Scar and said, “We’ve talked about this. You need to give her some space and let her come to you when she’s ready, instead of going around and claiming she’s your old lady.”
Scar narrowed her eyes at him. “My plan will work just fine, thank you.”
“Just saying, you’ll fuck it up before it’s even begun,” Jordan said. “I do have some experience regarding stuff like this.”
“Sounds like solid advice,” Rome said with a cocked brow at Scar.
Scar huffed and pulled a face at Rome before turning back to Jordan, “Honey. I might—might—consider your advice once your cut doesn’t say prospect anymore.”
Juno wasn’t the only one who sucked in a breath. Jordan gave Scar a bored look, as if she’d used that line one too many times and, knowing Scar, she probably had.
Jordan glanced over Rome’s shoulder, a smirk finding his face. He glanced at Scar.
“Guess you’re about to find out if it worked.”
Rome
He’d barely taken a sip of his drink before a woman with red, curly hair walked up to them. Scar slid down from her stool and Rome, along with Juno, turned on their stools to watch. The woman had to be Wildcat.
“What the hell have you been telling people?” Wildcat snapped.
“What? That you’re mine?” Scar asked, blinking her eyes innocently at Wildcat.
“I am not yours.”
Scar shrugged. “Let’s agree to disagree on that.”
“You are a pain in my ass,” Wildcat growled at Scar.
Scar arched a brow at her and put her hands on her hips. “Sweetheart. You’re afraid to let me be a pain in your ass.”
Wildcat huffed and said, “I am not—”
Scar obviously had enough as she cut her off with a kiss. Wildcat froze for a second, then she grabbed Scar and pulled her closer. Rome shook his head and turned to Juno, only to find Juno with his head tilted to the side as he watched the two of them going at each other like starved women.
“Really?” Rome asked.
Juno blinked, then glanced at Rome. There was a cheeky smile on his face as he shrugged.
“Fuck yeah,” the older man Rome thought to be Wildcat’s father yelled as he walked past them. “Please take her. Keep her. No refunds.”
“Anders,” a smaller woman with graying hair snapped and slapped Anders with her purse.
Juno’s laughter had
