Page 13 of The Club Betrayal
“I’m just letting you know where I stand. You being a Lost Soul, you’re content to stick around town, and for that reason, this thing between us is just a fling.”
It’s cute how wrong she is about me, but I don’t correct her. I have no place sharing my truth with her. It’s best we call this a fling and move on when it’s over.
“I would ask what the hell you’re doing up at this time, but I get it now.” JJ walks toward my table, wiggling his brows behind her back.
“Who’s your friend, brother?” he asks, leaning on the table between us.
“Holly, this is JJ. JJ, this is Holly.”
He stares down at her with his shit-eating grin, making her blush. “Nice to meet you, darlin’.”
“You too,” she replies.
“If you’ll excuse us, I need to talk to Tal.”
“Sure.” Grabbing the coffee pot, she pours him a mug full and leaves, giving me a small smile.
“I’ll take two sausages and two bacon, with three slices of toast, sweetheart,” JJ calls out after her.
The twins walk in, with Myles looking extra pissed at something. Once they take a seat, I point over to the motel.
“Kyle came out of room nine, then went into Bert’s room about ten minutes ago.”
“I’m surprised you clocked the motherfucker while sitting here with your girlfriend.”
“She’s not my girlfriend. She’s…”
“A fuck?” Mason interjected.
“Can we please not talk about sex?” Myles huffs, fiddling with the pot of sugar sachets.
“Don’t tell me the honeymoon period is over already?” JJ laughs, failing to hide his amusement.
“Penelope only sleeps when she’s in our bed, and there’s been no… alone time.”
I can’t help but snort. It’s about time these fuckers didn’t get everything handed to them on a silver platter.
JJ leans in, resting his forearms on the table. “How often does that happen? Like, how often does the kid get between you and Emma?”
“Why are you so concerned about my brother’s blue balls?” Mason asks.
“I couldn’t give a shit if they turned purple and dropped off. Harper wants a baby.”
“Good luck with that,” Myles mutters.
The bell over the door chimes as Leo and Zach join us. JJ must’ve have called them on his way here.
Dragging a chair with him from another table, Leo takes a seat between the twins, while Zach slips into the booth, pushing Mason closer to me. Bringing over JJ’s breakfast, no one notices Holly till she asks if they need anything. Wanting only coffee, she leaves the fresh pot.
“Is the fucker still over there?” Leo asks, finishing off JJ’s coffee.
“Yeah, he hasn’t left. He must be laying low. He for sure would’ve seen our bikes by now.”
“I’m going to kill him with my bare hands. Fucking rat’s been in my house. He built my kid’s furniture,” Zach snarls.
Leo shakes his head. “I think my dad will want the pleasure of killing him.”
“How’d you want to pick him up?” JJ asks, shovelling a sausage into his mouth.