He was a natural talent. He’d had years of learning how to take abuse and remain standing. He also could read an opponent. And he had a lot of incentive to beat the shit out of anyone who raised their fists his way.

“Boz, Hound, and Speck took care of that attorney,” Shy told him.

Tack, as always, sent the right ones. Hound was a lunatic. Boz wasn’t far behind. But Speck would keep their shit straight.

They’d make their point though. It was just that Speck would keep it from being messy.

He put the glass down and Shy again filled it.

He didn’t lift it before Shy started talking.

“Think you get what went down today, Cherry, Lanie, and Elvira took your girl firm into the fold.”

Not his girl.

Carissa Teodoro would never be his girl.

Joker stayed silent but looked into Shy’s eyes.

“Shit like that, girl like that, they’re mother henning all over the place,” Shy went on.

Not a surprise. He wasn’t sure he got why Elvira, who worked for a man called Hawk, a man who was undoubtedly a badass, but his business was nebulous, was so tight with the Club. Hawk was tight with Tack. There was a reason and Joker had learned that history too. But Elvira lingering… he had no clue. She wasn’t their people, and by that he didn’t mean black, he meant biker.

But she fit. She was hilarious.

And she didn’t take shit or let any of her sisters take it either.

Tyra and Lanie were more quiet about it, but they were the same.

Joker said nothing, just threw back the shot.

“What I’m sayin’ is,” Shy’s voice dipped quiet when Joker’s hand dropped. “She’s in the fold, brother, and shit gets around. Shit like, you fuck another fighter groupie in an alley, that could get to her, and your girl…” He shook his head. “That’d damage her.”

Joker finally spoke.

“She’s not my girl.”

Shy’s brows shot together. “The woman brought you pie.”

She did, and he wanted to taste it. Not since Mrs. Heely looked after him did he have that. Not until the old ladies at Chaos threw barbeques and the boys did their hog roasts and anyone found any reason to party, which happened often, and people would bring good food they made to eat.

He wanted to taste the goodness Carissa could put in a pie. There probably was a lot. So much that pie could win awards.

But by then, that pie lying around, he figured his brothers had decimated it.

Joker stopped thinking about the pie and changed the subject, asking Shy, “You sure you wanna be the person to tell me who I can fuck?”