Page 18 of Rest In Pieces
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he huffs, like I’ve offended him.
“That’s what every woman hears right before they get hurt. How about this? You take your boy, and I’ll stay here with my arms up and won’t move until you’re all safely inside the clubhouse.”
“G seemed to know her, Mac. He’d be pissed if he sobers up and finds a bullet hole in her.”
He hesitates for a minute before backing down. “Watch her,” he says to Toot before he holsters his gun and walks over to G, picking him up and slinging him over his shoulder.
“I hope he pukes down your back,” I mutter as he passes, making him pause and give me a death glare. I look at him innocently but don’t move.
Of course, my phone chooses that exact moment to ring. “You might want to hurry this along. If I don’t answer that, the cops will be all over this place.”
“That a threat, girly?” he snarls, stepping closer.
“It’s a warning. If I don’t answer, my friend—who’s worried about me because she knows I’m here returning your guy—will call the cops to look for me. She’s looking out for me like you all are supposed to look after each other.”
“Supposed?”
“He was with someone else when I got to the bar. Whatever they were talking about looked pretty intense. Then the other guy left, and this idiot spent the next fifteen minutes making an ass of himself. He’s lucky I found him funny and not offensive, or this could have gone very differently.”
He rubs his hand over his face. “You get a look at the guy?”
“Not a great one. I could tell he was older than G. He was wearing an expensive-looking suit with biker boots, of all things. That’s what made me pay attention. He was handsome and had this… I don’t know, aura about him. It’s hard to explain.”
“Sounds like King. You hear what they were talking about?” Toot asks.
I shake my head. “No, but even if I did, it wouldn’t be my place to say anything anyway. It would be G’s.”
My phone rings again, and I look between them both as the prospect stands just inside the gate, staring daggers at me.
“Answer it.”
I almost snap at his order but decide to pick my battles. Taking a calming breath, I slowly reach into my pocket for my phone and pull it out so they can see it.
I answer with a “Hey.”
“Don’t you ‘hey’ me. I’ve been worried sick.”
“It’s only been forty-five minutes.”
She mumbles something under her breath that I miss before sighing. “You’re leaving now, right? Should I come to get you? I can come and get you,” she rambles.
“Calm down. I’m just saying goodbye to my new friends. I’ll call you back when I’m on my way.”
“Friends? They’re nice?”
“Oh, they’re a fucking delight. I’ve gotta go. Stay safe,” I say before hanging up and sliding my phone back into my pocket.
“Like I was saying, I have a friend waiting for me. I’d like to go home now. I promise if I see any other drunk bikers needing help, I’ll just walk right on by.”
“How about you come inside first?” Mac calls over his shoulder as he turns and walks through the gate with G still over his shoulder.
“I’m good. I’d rather set fire to my face and then try to put it out with a fork.”
Toot chuckles before using his gun to gesture for me to follow.
“You might as well shoot me. I’d rather take my chances with a bullet than a dozen more of him.” I nod toward the prospect, who’s been quiet since Toot told him off.
“You said it yourself. Your friend knows you’re here. Nothing’s going to happen to you. But I need you to tell our president what happened. Then you can go.”