Page 8 of Keys

“The fact that she has her own motorcycle club now? That she has a road name? That she’s been doing just fine on her own all this time while we all worried about whether she was even dead or alive?” It was weird to me. I guess I just wanted someone to validate the way I felt. I was happy as fuck to have found her again, don’t get me wrong. It was as if she were two different people though. The Jamie I grew up with was gone and in her place, there was an older, wiser, far more successful version that she called Angel Girl now.

“I’m proud of her, even though I have no right to be. No matter what happened, she flourished. It might be weird, but at the same time, I admire her strength.” Sweet shrugged his shoulders and then smiled as he glanced off somewhere in the distance. “The weirdest part was when she rode beside me on her own bike,” he admitted. “I always pictured her on the back of mine.”

I laughed. “Yeah, that will definitely take some getting used to.”

“You act like I’ll be the only one with that problem.” It was Sweet’s turn to laugh at me.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“There’s no way you and Keys are done. I saw you two together, and if whatever went down behind closed doors was as fucking hot as watching the two of you eye fuck one another, then you aren’t done with her.”

“Doesn’t matter what I want if she decides to be done with me,” I countered. “I have to go. I promised to go on a food run for the clubhouse today.”

“What the fuck are the prospects for, if not grocery runs?”

“Those prospects are only good for beer and chips. After that, shit gets too confusing for them, and we all die of malnutrition.”

“Maybe we should merge the women with us, so we have some decent cooks,” he mused.

“Bite your fucking tongue. Don’t ever let your woman hear you say that shit. If she does, you’ll never get anything more between her legs than that Harley of hers.”

“All right, well, when you get back, how about you get on that information I asked for.”

“I think that’s the part of the conversation I was checked out for. Refresh my memory.”

“I still want a full check run on all the important names from the S.H.E. MC.”

“I already ran the basics on them when we first got here.”

“It’s not the basics that I’m looking for this time. We need to know that we can trust those women with her life.”

“Seriously? It seems that they’ve already proven themselves to her in some way or another in order to have the positions they do. You think she didn’t check into them herself?”

“I know she did, but only so far. The exact person obtaining information about everyone else, happens to be one of the people who needs to be checked out. You’re in just the position to be able to get a little extra access and information out of her.”

“You want me to use Keys, fuck her for information?”

“That a problem?” Sweet asked, and for a minute, I didn’t know who the fuck he was. It was like looking into the eyes of a stranger.

“Yeah, that’s a big fucking problem for me. For one, she’s Jamie’s friend, one of her closest from what I gathered. For two, we’ve already been there, and she doesn’t seem to want a repeat. And three, that’s never been my style and I’m not about to go there now. I have access to all the information you need at my fingertips, via technology, not from bedroom skills. I will never compromise myself in that way. I’m not your fucking whore,” I growled at him.

“Whoa man, no one asked you to be a whore.”

“You want me to fuck a woman for information? That’s exactly what you just asked me to be, and I fucking thought a whole lot better of you until just about two minutes ago.” I stood, narrowed eyes trained on Sweet as I imagined having to explain to Jamie why I killed the asshole.

He swore under his breath. “Shit! I’m sorry. You’re right. I don’t seem to know how to quit fucking this shit up. I used to think running the club one day was everything I would ever want, then I had the one thing I needed taken from me, and now that both are within my reach, my head is so fucked that the trees keep blocking my view of the forest.”

“Might want to do a little trimming and get that straightened out before you end up doing something that can’t be fixed.”

~*~

The last person I thought I’d run into at the grocery store was the one person that I couldn’t get off my mind, especially after my chat with Sweet earlier in the day.

“Are you following me around now?”

I grinned at her while shaking my head. “It’s the only fucking store within 30 miles where you can get actual meat and potatoes,” I pointed out. Keys wrinkled her nose and glanced around the place.

“That is sad, but true. Some days, I miss having more shopping opportunities,” she lamented.

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