Black Sheep (Rawkfist MC Book 1) Read Free Page B

cash.
    “Twenty.”
    Poppy’s eyes
widen. “I’ll pitch in another twenty.”
    Jared shakes
his head and sighs. “Raising girls is some tricky shit.”
    “Didn’t you
kinda miss the hardest part there, big guy?” Poppy asks.
    Jared studies
my younger sister. He’s thinking about ignoring her but finally winds up the
courage to face her hormonal hellfire.
    “Don’t get mad,
but why in the hell do people call you ‘Poopy’?”
    Journey and I
laugh at our little sister who only shrugs. “I had a lot of toilet issues
growing up and the name just stuck.”
    Shaking his
head, Jared looks at the menu. “Doesn’t seem like a proper name for a young
woman.”
    “Especially not
a young woman as classy as Poopy here,” Journey says, nearly pissing herself.
“Dinner is going well so far.”
    “It really is,”
I add and nudge my dad under the table. “Are you and Wanda knocking boots?”
    “What if I say
yes?”
    “I’ll start a
riot and burn this place to the ground,” I reply and then shrug, “Or give you a
quick speech about safe sex.”
    Jared smirks at
my threats, though I bet the second option scares him the most.
    “Wanda is
married to my club brother. No way am I touching her if I don’t want my fingers
sliced off and turned into a necklace.”
    “I wouldn’t
mind one of them fancy, finger necklaces. Seems like a good way to show my man
cares.”
    “As if you
could get a man,” Poppy mutters. “They all shoot you down.”
    “That’s not
true. Only the best ones shoot me down.”
    Poppy sets down
the menu and mutters, “I don’t like comfort food.”
    “What do you
like then?” Jared asks like a fool.
    “Food that
makes me awkward, even startled.”
    “Like the meal
from Temple of Doom ,” I offer.
    “Well, Poopy, I
don’t have any monkey brains for you, so you’ll need to find something on this
menu. That or you can starve until your mama hunts down something to your
liking.”
    “You’re a tough
daddy,” she says, batting her eyes. “Too bad you weren’t around to raise these
two,” she adds before gesturing toward us. “They might have turned out less,
you know, odd.”
    Wanda
interrupts our festive time by bringing rolls. “If you girls need anything, let
me know. I have the inside info on everyone in town. I’ll make sure you don’t
mingle with any losers.”
    I like Wanda a
lot more since learning Jared isn’t porking her. She’s even prettier now too.
    “I met someone
the other day, but I didn’t get a chance to thank him for solving a problem for
me. Do you think you could help me find him so I can send a thank you card?”
    Journey spits
soda back into her drink and gives me a side-eye.
    Shrugging, I
answer her unasked question, “I send thank you notes.”
    “Since when?”
    “Since Poopy’s
dad bought me the correspondence gift set for my birthday.”
    Frowning, Wanda
places her hands on her hips. “I thought Christine said your name was Poppy
like the flower.”
    My younger
sister shrugs. “Either one works.”
    Jared loudly
sighs just like he did during our visits when we were kids. Whenever we’d
splash fight in the hotel pool, he’d laugh. Then we’d try to drown each other,
and he’d start the sighing shit. It’s his only real dad move. That and the
spanking threats he refuses to go through with. I’ve tested him many times, and
my bubble butt remains unharmed.
    “Who’s the man,
hun?” Wanda asks me.
    “His name was
Court, I believe.”
    Poppy laughs
suddenly and keeps laughing for maybe twenty minutes. The rest of us ignore
her.
    “Oh, I know
Court. So does your daddy.”
    I glance at
Jared, who shows no reaction. When I realize he isn’t going to help, I smile up
at Wanda.
    “Does he work
somewhere I could send the thank you note? I’d just hate to bother him at home,
just in case his girlfriend got the wrong idea.”
    “Court ain’t
seeing anyone.”
    I begin to
speak until Poppy’s giggling distracts me. She’s just on a roll at