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“Someone you banged?” Nova asked, chewing on a dumpling.

“Huh?” I glanced around and saw several women eyeing me up.

“The slut eye fucking you two tables over,” Nova said.

I didn’t make it obvious; that would invite unnecessary attention, but I took a quick look. “Nope. Not one of mine.”

“She has a resting bitch face,” Nova mused as she picked up another dumpling.

“Well, I’m not going to fuck it off her,” I retorted, and Nova released a burst of laughter.

Men glanced over, then looked again. I couldn’t blame them; my sister was beautiful. But like me, she wasn’t aware if they were interested in her or her gold medals. Nine times out of ten, it was her fame that attracted them, same with me.

“I could double-dare you,” Nova mused, and I grinned. She wouldn’t, but it was nice to see a genuine smile on her face.

“Nah. Not with that face,” I replied, and Nova tilted her head in acknowledgement.

“What’s happening with your build? Is Calamity firing the asshole?”

I sighed. My house had taken six months so far, but only about three months’ work had been done. It sucked. The contractor kept disappearing with one excuse after another.

“We’re bringing in Blackrock Construction to catch us up. Calamity fired the builder, and we’re investigating buying the company and running it ourselves.”

Nova nodded. “Makes sense; those guys were creeps, always eyeing up the old ladies. Penny slapped two with a spatula when they made sexual comments to her.”

“Texas doesn’t know?” I bristled.

“We didn’t want him arrested for murder.”

I chuckled. “No? Penny might enjoy a quiet night.”

Nova pulled a cute face, but I saw the tiredness under her façade.

“You gonna be okay at this tournament? Want me there for support?”

Hope flared—that came from Nova—and then she shook her head. “It’s fine. Steel’s coming.”

Steel? “He doesn’t usually take part in this competition.”

“No, but you’re not fighting, so he has a chance,” Nova teased, making me laugh.

“I can come. Calamity will spare me.”

“No. Don’t you realise I can feel your underlying worry? You’re not blocking properly, twinnie. Shit’s hitting the club, and you’re needed here. Calamity needs you. Steel and I will kick ass and take names. We’re going to bring gold back.” Nova grinned weakly.

“Will he be there?” I went straight to the point.

“I’ve no idea. That would be me giving a fuck, and I don’t. If he’s there, I hope Steel kicks the ever-loving shit out of him,” Nova whispered.

“After the tournament, I’m heading to Japan.”

I nodded. Nova didn’t have to say anything else. Uncle Akemi and Grandpa Hoshi were out there. Nova was looking to heal, and they’d support her. But what type of help did she want? Revenge on the asshole who hurt her, or simply the love our uncle and grandfather would smother her with? There was no point in pushing her. Nova would tell me when she was ready.

I made a mental note to remind Steel to keep a sharp eye on her. “Hopefully, when you get back, we might have finished rooms in the house.”

“Kick their asses, baby brother; I deserve a bedroom,” Nova teased. Like me, she was sleeping at the clubhouse, a rarity for Rage MC. She was the only single woman and had made no bones about wanting a home. Nova also didn’t seem inclined to return to Rapid City, which really made me wonder why.

Was she avoiding Mom and Dad or the asshole who’d ripped her heart out? I didn’t know and wanted answers, but Nova wasn’t going to offer them.