Page 38 of Claymore
Vegas looked at me, his dark curls falling into his eyes.
“He’s flying off the deep end, isn’t he?”
“Yeah, he is. Only so much shit one prez can take.”
“We need to get this done. I know you’ve got your girl waiting back at home and you wanna be there watching over her, but we need you right now.”
“I should’ve just moved in on those fuckers when I first laid eyes on ’em,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Nah, you did good laying back and observing. You got a name, remember. That Fang bitch. She calling the shots?”
“Seems like it.”
Vegas pressed his lips together, sighing.
“Come on, we need to hit the streets before Tank starts growing grays.”
Vegas and I whizzed through the streets, keeping our eyes peeled for that goddamn Lion sigil. It’d been about an hour when we finally pulled up to a local dive bar to cool off. The heat was scorching. I slipped out of my leather jacket the second we made it inside, and I was drenched in sweat.
“Like they don’t come out in the daytime or what? Think they hanging around strip clubs like the Kings?”
“Possibly. Let’s hope the rest of the guys had better luck.”
“While we’re here we might as well grab a drink. Maybe even some food.”
“Yeah.”
I followed Vegas over to the bar, taking a seat next to him while we waited for the bartender to finish up with her last customer.
“What can I get you both?” she asked, beaming.
Her bright eyes lit up when she saw us like she already knew what kind of crowd we ran with. Her gaze lingered on the tattoos that covered my arm and a few on my neck. Something told me this wasn’t her first rodeo with a few bikers.
“Can we get the bar menu, sweetheart?” asked Vegas.
He flirted his way to two free drinks and a basket of wings. I blew a little air out my nose, floored at how quickly women fell all over him.
“Quite the charmer, aren’t you?”
“Seems like it. Maybe she’s seen something that could help us.”
“If she spotted a Lion, I’m sure she’d tell you.”
“It’s worth a shot.”
Vegas kept his eyes glued to the bartender with her voluminous blonde curls and her bubbly attitude. She wiped down the bar with a washcloth, heading to the back and I knew Vegas was planning his next move.
“You still planning to head back to Crystal’s tomorrow night?”
“Yeah, I need to know if those fuckers left anything behind that could help us find ’em. We’d be there already if the cops weren’t swarming the place.”
“We?”
“Ella and I.”
“Ah, so the lady’s tagging along on the adventures too, huh? I’m sure Ripper would know a thing or two about that. I’m surprised you haven’t brought her by the clubhouse yet.”
“You heard Tank. There’s no way he’d allow that.”
