Chapter 9
“Of course I need help.”
Annette was so matter of fact, Mischa was taken aback. “You would let me be a part of your team?”
The other woman rolled her eyes. “Duh. Do I have ‘i***t’ tattooed on my forehead? I only took over this s**t because I hardly saw Mars. Plus, when the muse ain’t with you, she ain’t with you.” When Mischa just stared at her, puzzled, Annette heaved out a sigh. “I’m a writer, Mischa. Sometimes, there isn’t always a story to be told. So, I figured if I had heaps of time on my hands and Mars didn’t have any, I could help out. Now I’m involved up to my eyeballs, and I’m starting to drown too.
“It’s good that you’re offering to help anyway. You’re a mate. It cements your place in the MC.”
Mischa shook her head. “This is nothing like Sons of Anarchy.”
Annette
