Page 94 of Sweet Revenge
“Becs, Jesus, why the fuck have a phone if you never charge it?” Bear asked from behind the bar.
She rolled her eyes, which I knew would piss off both men, and I chose to keep my opinions to myself. There was no reason for all of us to gang up on her. Jesus, I guess Maggie was really starting to rub off on me because I knew that was something she would’ve said.
“Listen, I screwed up and forgot to charge it. Josie saw me, pulled over, and picked me up. Now if one of you could just get one of the boys to go get my car, I’d appreciate it.”
“You’re seven fucking months pregnant, Becs!” Race shouted.
Her eyes widened. “I know that! I said I screwed up; I can’t do anything about it now!” she shouted, and they faced each other, both pissed off, but it seemed more at each other than the situation.
Bear threw down his cloth and walked around the edge of the bar, planting himself behind Josie who stood a little behind Becs.
Josie motioned with her thumb toward the door. “I’m just gonna go.”
She started to back up but ran right into Bear and stopped. She glanced over her shoulder at Bear before turning her attention back to the room.
“Knock it off, you two.” Bear’s deep voice broke the awkward silence.
Race’s eyes flicked toward Bear, and I watched the silent conversation taking place. I knew Bear well enough to know he was telling Race without words to move the fuck on because we all knew Becs would never back down.
Race tipped his chin and moved away from Becs, heading for the door, but stopped in front of Bear. “I’ll take Dozer with me.”
I smiled at the road name given to the relatively new prospect. He was a friend of Race’s from the Dimarco’s construction crew, and apparently, on his first day on the job, he slammed the bulldozer into something. I’d never heard the whole story, but Race started calling him Dozer, and it stuck.
Bear nodded, but then called out to Race over his shoulder. “Race.”
He glanced back. “Yeah?”
“If you’re taking Dozer, lock the door on your way out.”
I knew we still couldn’t be too careful. There was a time when we didn’t have to have someone watching the door, but with all the shit that went down and all the questions about the Widows still floating around, we had to be proactive.
Race nodded. Glancing one more time at Becs, he just shook his head and pulled open the door, letting it slam behind him.
Becs let out a breath, and I moved closer, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. She laid her head against my shoulder and shifted her attention to Bear when he started speaking.
“He’s worried about you, same as me. Becs, honey, you can’t keep taking chances like this. You got a baby to look out for now.”
“I forgot, that’s all. Stop worrying.”
Bear smirked. “That’s impossible.”
She pulled away from me and walked to her friend, but by the grin on Bear’s face, I’d guess she rolled her eyes at him. “Hey, Josie. Sorry about all the drama. Now, let me buy you that drink.” She held up her hand like she expected her to refuse. “And don’t you dare say no.”
She smiled and sat down on a stool while Bear walked around to the back of the bar. “What’ll it be?”
I smirked but didn’t wait for the answer before starting across the room toward Bull who was back by the pool table. I stopped along the way to talk with a few members and even listened to a story Pop was telling about his grandson before I made it to the table where Bull was playing. “Hey, brother.”
Bull glanced up from where he was leaning over the table, lining up a shot, but then quickly went back to his shot, sank the ball before he stood and faced me, hip leaning against the table. “Didn’t expect to see you down here tonight.”
I furrowed my brow. “Why’s that?”
He shrugged his massive shoulders. “Heard you were on a date.”
I recognized the teasing and smiled. “Yeah, well, my date’s tired.”
“Already, brother?” He whistled. “They don’t usually start using that excuse until they’re tired of fucking you.”
I dropped my head and grinned at my shoes before looking back up at my friend. “We good?”