Page 8 of Property of Bones

“I think ten pounds should be fine,” Riley answers herself, completely unfazed. “I mean, how many tacos can a group of bikers eat, anyway?”

“I could easily put away ten,” Tank answers as he grabs three of the giant logs of beef. Far more than ten pounds.

“Ten pounds of tacos or just ten tacos?” Abby lifts a brow, smirking like she already knows the answer.

“Yes,” Tank grins, completely unrepentant.

I sigh and stare off into the distance, praying for the sweet release of death. Or at least for one of them to forget I’m here.

“Bones, do you think we should get meatless meat in case someone is a vegetarian?” Riley asks.

I blink. Meatless…meat?What unholy blasphemy…

“I don’t think you can be a biker if you don’t eat meat,” Tank mutters, visibly offended. “Really, Riley?Meatless meat?What evenisthat? Like tofu dressed up for Halloween?”

“Hey,” Abby pipes in, “some people have dietary restrictions.”

“Yeah,” I grumble, “like common sense.”

Riley crosses her arms. “It doesn’t hurt to be considerate.”

“It hurtsme,” I mutter under my breath.

Tank snorts. “Let’s just stick to real beef before Bones snaps and commits a felony in the frozen aisle.”

Honestly? It’s a close call.

“Fine,” Riley sighs. “I need to get some baby food while we’re here.”

I glance at my phone as I follow them to another aisle. I need to head to The Underworld for my shift in an hour. Despite its name, it’s just simply a bar and grill. However, we use it as a base of operation for weapons smuggling. Now that the Police Commissioner is no longer up our asses…because he’s dead…we can get back to business.

“Oh no, they only have the rice powder,” Riley says. “I don’t think that’s what we’re supposed to start with.”

“It says here that you can add this to the baby’s bottle to thicken their milk,” Abby reads from the container. “Maybe we can just make it super thin.”

“Can I help you with something?”

Fuck.

“Sunny,” Riley smiles brightly. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been wonderful, thank you,” Sunny says, her face glowing as if talking to Riley was her greatest pleasure. “How are you guys? I haven’t seen that baby in weeks.”

“I’ll have to swing by your place sometime soon so we can visit,” Riley says. “That is if you ever have any free time.”

Wait? Are they friends?

“I swear,” Abby laughs. “Every time I see you I just want to throw out my entire closet and make you come shopping with me. How do you get away with wearing such cute dresses at work instead of those ugly yellow uniform shirts everyone else has on?”

“Because I run this place,” Sunny smiles. “Marv might own the business but it wouldn’t function without me. And I wouldn’tfunction in such ugly clothes. We’ve compromised. Besides, I always love your outfits. Don’t you make them yourself?”

“I dabble,” Abby blushes.

“Oh!” Riley exclaims. “We were just talking about you earlier, weren’t we, Bones?”

I shoot her a look sharp enough to skin a man alive. And I should know. I’ve done it several times.

“Yeah?” Sunny turns to me, eyebrows raised, a smile hanging on her lips like she’s expecting me to say something clever.

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