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“What do I look like I’m doing?”

“Regretting shit.”

“Like what?”

“Like fucking that gal in the bar, that’s what.”

“I’ve got no regrets,” I insisted.

“Over the years, I’ve seen you do a lot of shit,” Carp said. “Stuff that’s made me scratch my head and ask myself, ‘what in the hell is Price doin’?’” He chuckled. “But, I ain’t never seen you do something like that. Somehow that sexy little bitch coerced you into it. In my opinion, she had motive.”

There was no motive behind what Gray did or said, other than her desire to have me fuck her senseless.

I narrowed my eyes in disbelief. “She coerced me?”

Carp nodded. “That’s what I’m thinking.” Hoping for reinforcement, he glanced at Brisco. After receiving a reassuring nod, he redirected his attention to me. “Yeah,” he said. “She tricked you.”

“She tricked me into fucking her?”

“Fuckin’ voodoo, or something,” he replied, seeming dead serious in his opinion of the matter. “Wasn’t normal, that’s for sure.”

“It’s not normal for a man to fuck a woman?” I asked in rhetoric. “That’s news to me. I must be a fucking weirdo.”

“Natural for you to fuck her in the back room,” he argued. “Maybe behind the bar in that landscaped area. In her SUV, maybe. Not against the bar while we’re all drinking beers. I say she crawled inside your head.”

“She cast a fucking spell on me, huh?” I glanced at each of them and laughed. “Bitch has to have motive, huh?”

“It sure looks like it,” Carp replied, tilting his head toward Brisco as he spoke. “Ain’t that right, Brisco?”

“Gotta agree with him on this one, Price,” Brisco chimed.

Without thought, Brisco would give his life to save one of the club’s members from harm. I knew as sure as he was sitting in front of me that there wasn’t a man more devoted to the cause. Despite his devotion, he wasn’t the most sensible person on the planet.

“You think she might be a witch?” I asked in an unmistakably sarcastic tone.

Brisco raised his hand to his chin and gave the matter serious thought. “Not in a hat-wearing, broom riding sense,” he said, meeting my gaze. “She might have some manipulative skills, though. In looking back on it, it seems like she does.” He shrugged. “Something happened. I’m thinking Carp might be right on the motive thing. She might want us in there so she can call in the Hells Angels and get us caught up in an ambush.”

“You two are complete idiots. I’ll tell you what happened.” I looked at Carp, and then at Brisco. “She accused me of having a small dick. There were two ways I could prove her wrong. I could have showed her, or I could have fucked her. So, I pulled down her little shorts and shoved her full of dick. It was my decision, provoked by nothing other than her smart mouth. That, gentlemen, is the beginning and the end of what happened.”

Brisco sheepishly raised his hand, as if needing to ask a question of his kindergarten teacher.

I gave him a cross look. “What?”

“If she didn’t plant any weird thoughts in your head, what’s with all the deep thinking?”

“What deep thinking?”

He glanced at Carp. “Has this motherfucker been sitting here in a daze since we showed up?”

Carp gave a nod. “Pretty much.”

“Has he been looking flustered for the past week?”

“Pretty much.”

“Kinda off his game?

“Pretty much,” Carp agreed. “Yeah.”