The beams of the setting sun shined down on the newly cleaned bikes. Alex put her hands on her sides and stretched her back while looking at the gleaming vehicles. She'd done a good job, but there were still four more to go. Hopefully, those could wait until tomorrow. Her muscles felt sore from being crouched down for such a long time and there was still a long night ahead of her.

"Yo, loverboy. How about beer and pizza?"

She felt a slap on her shoulder and a heavy arm settling around her. She turned her head and followed the arm, to see Kozik: watching her with a smirk.

"As long as we don't have to take muddy roads to get there." She nodded to the cleaned bikes. Some of her brothers would surely find it funny to ride right through the muck.

Kozik chuckled. There was something about the attitude of her sponsor that gave way to the idea that he was considering that option now.

"Stop complaining, little one," was his response as his fingers messed up the strands of hair she hadn't shaved off. "You prefer to scrub the toilets? It won't take long before those are clogged again now that the guys are back."

Alex pulled a face, though she didn't answer. The harder she resisted, the bigger the chance she would have to do it. "Wanna go to Cavura?" Alex asked, referring to the pizza place in town where they'd stopped before. "Or get it delivered?"

"That's why we have you, huh?" He gave her a wink.

Alex felt her cheeks glow. Now she was looking lazy. Maybe it wasn't even his intention she would join them for dinner, just her task to get them food.

"Yeah. Sure. Should I grab the orders from the others?"

Kozik chuckled and squeezed her shoulder. "Nah man, that would take too long." He let go of her and whistled on his fingers. "Pizza time!" He jammed his hand in his pocket and took out his key ring. "Let's see what they've missed more in jail; pussy or a good pizza."

Alex took her Harley out of the row, sat down on it waiting until the others joined them. Nervously, she fiddled with the handlebar as she waited to see if Juice would come along. It was probably better if he didn't, that would certainly decrease the chance she would make a fool of herself again. However, she didn't like the thought, that he stayed in the clubhouse to fuck some girl, since the last time he probably got any must have been almost a year and a half ago. Alex knew there was no point in feeling jealous about it. Just like all the others, he had his needs and she knew there would be plenty of times she would have to watch him kiss other girls – or do even more private things. She had already discovered that her brothers didn't have any qualms about having sex in public places.

Alex shook off her thoughts. Where were those coming from anyway? Why would she care about what he was doing with other girls? She barely knew him! Sure, he was good-looking and had a beautiful smile, but there was no reason to panic just because he was going to eat pizza with them. Right?

A little awkwardly, she scratched the back of her neck when Juice did walk up to the parking lot, together with Tig, Chibs and Happy. Her face grew even gloomier when Miles joined them as well. Suddenly she really wanted to have dinner on her own, but she needed to keep up appearances, so she nodded to the men as they approached and waited until they had all left the lot before she followed them.

. . .

"Man, I missed this so much."

There was so much love in Juice's eyes when he looked at the pizza that Alex wished for a moment that she was the one on that plate.

While the men talked about the shitty food they had eaten in prison, Alex ate in silence. She didn't know how to join the conversation and she got the feeling the only prospect they were seeing right now was Miles. He was making jokes and laughing, he really seemed to be at the right place. It was tempting to stay as the silent spectator, but she knew she would never fit in if she didn't talk. And if she wanted to avoid being sent away, she really needed to step up. She tried to picture her brother around this table. How would he have sat here? What kind of things would he have said?

In any case, he wouldn't have paid so much attention to his thoughts, Alex realized. She tried to focus on the conversation again while she chewed on a slice of pizza. She was starting to lose her appetite, but there were four more slices to go. She would have to finish all of them, what kind of man wouldn't be able to eat a whole pizza? She glanced at Happy, who was talking now. He had a deep, husky voice.

"She was good," he said with a satisfied grin.

It took a few moments before she realized he was talking about a new Croweater who had sucked his dick right before he'd left the clubhouse. She smirked while he gave them a detailed description of all the other things he'd done with her.

Eating pizza was becoming more and more repulsive.

Without realizing it, her eyes shot to Juice. Her mouth felt dry when he caught her glance, and for a moment she forgot she was only Shane Brewster in his eyes. To make matters even worse, he started to talk to her.

"You already got a favorite?" he smirked.

The question sounded so absurd that she choked on a mushroom. She coughed, grabbed for a glass of water, stopping herself from knocking it over at the last second. She took a sip of water and waved with her hand in front of her bright red face in a not so manly way.

The men around her started laughing at her.

"Shane wouldn't mind being a Croweater himself," Miles chuckled, taking a sip of his beer.

Alex almost wanted to say that option was a lot more attractive after this day, but she ignored him wisely. "I have a girl," she told Juice.

He nodded with a little too serious face as if he found that hard to believe. "She hot?"

Mila wasn't ugly, but she wasn't exactly the playmate type of girl that populated the clubhouse. They had been friends since high school and it had been her idea to act like she was Shane's girlfriend; it had been a crucial part of the plan. She had needed an excuse if the guys noticed her turning away Croweaters.

"Yeah," she answered.

"So you've been a prospect for six weeks now and you never fucked another girl?" Tig whistled next to her and looked at his friends. "This one is crazy." He turned to her again. "You'll get bored with her soon, you'll see. That's just how it works. What's your favorite position?" He slapped her shoulder. "I can suggest some of the girls if you tell me what you like." Tig finished with a smirk, and she doubted that he was asking out of the kindness of his heart.

Alex doubted her cheeks could get any redder. This was just awful. She would rather dodge a hail of bullets than eat pizza with these guys.

"Well?" Miles insisted with a sickening smirk. Of course, he was loving this. "What's your favorite position? Or is little Babyface still a virgin? Understandable; I mean, that girl of yours wouldn't be able to get mine up either."