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“What did y’all bond over, my asshole father killing someone you loved?” He kicked the table. “He did the same fucking thing to me, remember?”
We stood in front of one another, staring each other down. I broke the silence.
“Patrick, you jealous?”
“Jealous of what?” He scoffed and dropped his arms. “I don’t want to fuck my sister.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
“Then what the fuck do you mean?”
“I don’t know.” I rubbed my face and sat back down. I rested my head in my hands. “We’re all a bit tense.”
Patrick sat next to me on the couch.
“We have a lot riding on tonight, and I didn’t want her involved. I didn’t want her to distract you.”
“Seems like she’d be more of a distraction to you.” He rubbed his hands together. He was right, but I kept that bit of knowledge to myself.
Since we’d stepped into that shithole diner a few days ago, my mind had been on little else. That could be a problem. I shook my head to get her out of my brain.
“Pat, it doesn’t matter. She’s halfway to Florida by now, and I don’t expect to ever see her again.” I tried to keep the sadness out of my voice. Truth was, I didn’t want her to go, or, hell, maybe I wanted to leave with her. I turned toward him, and he tilted his head, but before I could speak, he stood up and walked away. I wasn’t over her, and he saw it too. If I were another type of guy, I’d jump on my bike now and go find her and run away with her.
But, fuck, I wasn’t that type of guy. The club taught me a lot of bad things, but they taught me better things like trust and loyalty, and my guys needed me tonight.
Patrick needed my head in the game tonight.
I owed him.
CHAPTER 10
KENZIE
It was nine o’clock before I made it over to the gang’s clubhouse. People in full-on costumes were lined up down the block. The music spilled out onto the street. I parked my van on the next block, facing the entryway to the clubhouse. I sat in the driver’s seat, watching and waiting. There didn’t seem to be much in the way of security at the front door. A couple of huge bikers in black leather pants and their cuts a few years past from when they would have zipped up. One had on a Spiderman mask and the other a Superman mask. He added a red cape to complete his look.
They both looked ridiculous as they stood guard, waving some people in. Others were given stern looks, and they laughed as those people scurried on past in fear.
My foster mother used to tell me that if I walked around like I belonged, most people wouldn’t doubt me. She was talking about my first day of school, not infiltrating a biker gang.
No time like the present to put her theory to work.
I donned my mask and grabbed my utility belt. While the visible weapons were fake, I carried a knife strapped to my thighand a little twenty-two strapped to my calf and hidden by my boot.
I’d pulled my hair up in a slick bun and wore colored contacts to disguise myself even more. Unfortunately, Sonny’s children inherited his unique eye color, and the idea was not to reveal myself to anyone except him. I wanted him to know who was putting him down.
I locked the van and slid the key into my utility belt pouch.
“Hey, cat woman. Meow.” A group of guys catcalled from the sidewalk. I rolled my eyes and pawed at them. They cackled. “Come over here and we’ll make you purrrrrrrr.”
Original.
I sauntered down the street and crossed at the corner where the clubhouse began. It was a large metal structure. It took up the entire city block. From what I could gather, the first floor was one big room, with the President’s office and conference room off to one side. The second floor had several rooms where some of the members crashed.
It had no windows on the bottom floor, just a garage door in the back that led to a fenced-off area and a covered garage area where they parked their bikes.
“Well, what do we have here?” Spiderman stepped forward.
I approached the entrance and smiled up at him. “Meow.” I grabbed my tail and batted it against his chest.
