Page 19 of Moros

When I explained it to him, he was all ears.

“Ryanne is in trouble?” He asked. “What do you need from me?”

“Information.” I responded. “I don’t know all the way one hunnit if she’s really in trouble. But there are some things Boss found that doesn’t sit well with me.”

“Why don’t you send me what Boss found, I can reconcile and go from there.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I told him. “Listen, if you ever come this side—I got you.”

Tex smirked and leaned in to stare at him, his eyes dazzling with mischief.

“I know you got me, brother.” He told me. “But this feels different. Has the God of doom seen something he likes?”

“You’re an ass, you know that?”

“I’ve been told.” Tex chortled. “But you have to admit, a very sexy ass.”

“John Keegan, are you causing trouble again?” Melody’s voice called lovingly from somewhere off the screen.

“No ma’am!” Tex laughed.

“Goodbye, John Keegan.” I smiled.

The screen went black, and I closed my laptop and went back to bar stuff.

Pasha showed up a few hours later to find me wandering around the bar speaking with patrons. She walked through the door and every man in there stared.

She was a beautiful woman, about five four, curves in the right place, always put together.

Being a former muay thai fighter didn’t take away her femininity and she wore that like a badge of honour. Even when she was fighting, she was always put together.

When she walked over me and wrapped an arm around my hips, the men groaned and returned to what they were doing.

I shook my head.

“The way they stare.” I kissed her head. “It still surprises me.”

Pasha shrugged. “Let them stare.”

Laughing, I shook my head.

“I know you haven’t eaten yet,” I said. “Go order something in the back then meet me in my office?”

“Khaa.” She replied.

Taking a little while longer to check in with a few of my regulars, I made my way to my office, grabbed a can of soda from the small fridge and flopped into the sofa by the window. It didn’t take long for Pasha to enter with one of the pasta items from the menu and took a seat.

“What’s on your mind?” She asked.

“I need you to keep an eye on someone for me.” I told her.

“Oh?”

From my desk, I picked up a picture of Ryanne and handed it to her.

“She’s cute.” Pasha lifted her lashes to look at me teasingly. “Who’s she?”

“Not a potential lover.” I replied.