Page 14 of Point of Infinity
He smiled at me. He had a pleasant smile for a biker.
“Not everything we do is bad.” He sighed. “I mean, we’re more legit than not these days. More club than gang. But we must defend what’s important to us, right?”
“Defend against who?”
“Oh, there are always people who are trying to take us down.” He took a bite of his omelet. “Rival gangs, law enforcement?—”
“Old vendettas.”
He pointed his fork at me. “Exactly. My club is important to me, and I won’t let anything, or anyone destroy it.”
I swallowed the lump of pancake in my throat and reached for my water.
“But, like you said, you’re more good than bad. Didn’t your president say something about a Halloween party?” I continued eating. “Must be cute with the costumes and little kids running around.”
“It’s not that kind of party.” He smirked, and his cheeks turned red.
“Oh, I’m intrigued.” I laughed while my stomach flipped. “The president offered me his personal invitation. Maybe I’ll drop by.”
“No, I don’t think it’s quite your speed, Becky.” He said my name as if he knew it wasn’t real.
“I wouldn’t want to insult your president by not honoring his offer.” I giggled.
“Becky, I’m telling you to stay away from that party.” He set his fork down. “It’s no place for a beautiful young woman like yourself.”
My face grew hot, and my heart raced. I patted my chest. What was wrong with me? Getting all flustered by compliments from a man and an Infinity King too.
I concentrated on my breakfast. I wasn’t sure when I would get another decent meal.
“No worries.” I stuffed a bite into my mouth. “I’m not heading in that direction anyway.”
“Oh, yeah, and where are you going?” He continued eating.
“Maybe head down south for the winter, get to a warmer climate before it gets cold up here.” I kept my voice steady. I got pretty good at lying over the years. “Nashville seems like a lively town.”
“Why don’t you go back home?”
I shrugged but didn’t answer.
After a few minutes of silence, he pushed his chair back and stood up. “Well, if you ever find yourself near Jersey”—he flipped a card and some cash onto the table—“give me a call.”
I grabbed the card.
“Just not this weekend.”
It had the Infinity Kings logo but with the word security written underneath and the address of the clubhouse.
“Heck, I may be in Georgia by the weekend.”
Again, he gave me a look like he didn’t believe me. I was lying, but he didn’t know that or know me.
“Take care of yourself, princess.” He smirked and saluted before walking off.
I blinked and opened my mouth to admonish him for calling me princess, but he was already walking away. I admired the view until he turned back. He winked and waved before disappearing through the hotel lobby.
He’d left enough to cover both our meals and a generous tip. I shook my head and finished my pancakes. I finished the rest of his omelet and two more cups of coffee before I dragged my stuffed body out of the restaurant and back to my van.
I cleaned up and put some stuff away. I situated myself in the driver’s seat and fished the card out of my pocket. The back of the card was blank, but good card stock, thick, and textured. I turned it to the font. The card gave the club some legitimacy.
