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“Starved.” I let my eyes fall over her body before dragging them back to her bright red face. Toast pops up in the toaster, causing her to jump again. Chuckling, I walk toward her and grab a plate. We both fill up our plates before leaving the kitchen to sit at the bar.
“Would you like anything to drink?” she asks.
“Coke, please.”
She grabs us both drinks and sets them down before walking around the bar to take a seat.
“So, what brings you here so damn early?” I question her.
“I come in on Sundays and do some admin work for Rusty so she can sleep in,” she explains.
“You don’t like to sleep in?”
“I don’t sleep much these days.” Something in her tone makes me believe there’s more to it, but I won’t push. I don’t want to make her more uncomfortable than she already is.
“I know that feelin’. It takes drinkin’ myself stupid for me to get a good night’s rest,” I admit.
“Do you do that often?”
“Not at all. Yesterday was . . . hard,” I say. She nods her head, but doesn’t ask anything else about it.
Once we finish eating, I grab some cash out of my cut and toss it on the bar. She stares at the cash.
“Sixty-dollars? That’s more than enough for the meals,” she gushes.
“Whatever is left is for you,” I tell her. “A thank you for your kind company.”
“Oh, um, of course.” Her shy side is strong today.
“Time to get back to reality. I’ll see you around, Goddess.” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear before I leave the bar. A part of me doesn’t want to leave her, but I gotta get back to the clubhouse. Something tells me I’ll be seeing her again soon.
Chapter Five
Bull
I’ve been back at the clubhouse for about an hour now and I just got off the phone with Saint. I’m sittin’ in my office tryin’ to process everything he told me.
Knock. Knock.
“Yeah, come in,” I call out. Raze walks in, closing the door behind him.
“You had Minx goin’ crazy worryin’ about you,” he reprimands me. “You could have called or somethin’ to let her know you weren’t dead.”
“She already gave me an ear full,” I tell him.
“Good.” He sits in one of the chairs in front of my desk. “Have you talked to Saint?”
“Just got off the phone with him. Looks like the cartel is makin’ an attempt to expand their territory.”
“No shit? What happened?” he asks.
“Saint was getting some ink at Mad Tatter when some fucker came in tryin’ to shake Mad Max down for protection money,” I explain.
“The NOLA chapter is still new. They need to make their presence known out there,” Raze suggests.
“Yeah, but we gotta be careful when it comes to those cartel fucks. Saint put a tail on the one who came in. Said he’ll let me know whatever information they find out.”
“What did Mad Max say to the guy tryin’ to shake him down?” Raze cocks an eyebrow.
