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Chapter One | Good luck... | Six-Gun
Chapter Two | You can try... | Memphis
Chapter Three | Start from the beginning... | Six-Gun
Chapter Four | Let’s talk... | Memphis
Chapter Five | Just here... | Six-Gun
Chapter Six | Numb butt... | Memphis
Chapter Seven | Another ride? | Six-Gun
Chapter Eight | Storytime... | Memphis
Chapter Nine | I know a guy... | Six-Gun
Memphis
Chapter Ten | Like a dick... | Six-Gun
Memphis
Chapter Eleven | Stop... | Six-Gun
Chapter Twelve | Just a little beat up... | Memphis
Chapter Thirteen | Flipped like a pancake... | Six-Gun
Chapter Fourteen | Just drive by... | Memphis
Chapter Fifteen | A little surprise... | Six-Gun
Memphis
Chapter Sixteen | Crazy MCs... | Six-Gun
Chapter Seventeen | What are you doing? | Memphis
Chapter Eighteen | Mine... | Memphis
Chapter Nineteen | What the fuck... | Mitzy
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Chapter 5
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Chapter One
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Six-Gun
I pressed my phone to my ear and sighed.
“Where are you?”
“Same place I always am after nine every night,” I drawled.
Monk tsked. “You really think you need to sit and watch her work?”
“I’m not sitting.” I was standing at the end of the bar nursing a whiskey neat while I watched Memphis act like there wasn’t anything wrong with her.
“She’s fine, Six,” Monk told me for the fifth time today.
“None of us know that.”
“It’s been three fucking months, Six. She’s coming out of her room, talking to Raelyn, and is back to work. There isn’t anything else we can do for her.”
My eyes zoned in on Memphis. She leaned over the other end of the bar and called her drink order to the bartender.
Her dirty blond hair was piled on top of her head, and she had a pen tucked behind her ear. The uniform of all the waitresses at Skinz—a short and tight black skirt and white cutoff shirt with the club's logo on the back—hugged her curves, while she balanced perfectly in her strappy black heels with a smile on her lips.
She looked like any other girl in the club.
You wouldn’t be able to see how hard the past three months had been for her. It wasn’t like I actually knew how hard it had been for her since she never talked to me about it, but I knew.
I lost count of how many nights I stood outside her door and listened to her cry.
Uncontrollable sobs had wracked her body and snatched her breath from her on those nights. And days. It didn’t matter what time of day it was. She cried.
A lot.
She never talked to anyone, though. At least, not about what happened those days she was held captive by Jester and his ragtag crew of idiots.
A month after she was rescued—and three weeks after Leona was killed—she just came out of her room and acted as if nothing had happened. A month after that, she was back at work.
I didn’t buy it.
“We aren’t doing anything,” I drawled.
“Well, you sitting at fucking Skinz every night just watching her isn’t really doing anything for the club. I don’t know if you remember, but our fucking prez has gone rogue, and there’s a fucking killer walking around.”
“Thanks for the FYI.” As if I needed the reminder.
“Look,” Monk growled. “I don’t know what the fuck is going through your head, but I’m gonna need you to figure it out and get your ass back to being about the club. I’m the fucking prez until Barracuda comes back, so that means you’re the VP until then also. If the fucker even comes back. No one has seen him or knows where he is.”
“Barracuda is going to come back.”
“You don’t fucking know that.”
I didn’t, but I couldn’t imagine Barracuda just walking away from the Royal Bastards like that. I understood he was grieving the loss of Leona, but how long would that last? Not to sound like an insensitive asshole, but he had only known her for a couple of weeks. “I know the Royal Bastards are his life. Maybe he needs time away right now, but he’s going to come back, Monk. You have to believe that.”
Monk sighed. “Well, we can believe that, but we have to keep moving on without him. We’re hitting a brick wall trying to figure out who killed Leona, and I need you here running any leads we get, not at Skinz.”
“Whatever. I’m where I need to be right now.”
Monk had been a fucking asshole since he had to take over for Barracuda. He wasn’t made to be prez, just like I wasn’t meant to be VP. Neither of us wanted the responsibility that came along with our new duties. Monk liked being VP because while he was second to the prez, he wasn’t the end-all, be-all.
“This is your last fucking night panting after Memphis like a lost dog. She’s fine. Leave her the fuck alone.” The line went dead, and I tossed my phone onto the bar.
“Bad news?” the guy next to me asked.
I glanced his way. “You could say that.”
“Boys giving you hell for spending more time with your woman than you do with them?” he guessed.
“You could say that,” I repeated. I wasn’t about to tell some stranger at the bar my business. Especially when that business had to do with the club.
“Guess you gotta figure out which one is more important, huh?” The guy laughed and shook his head. “I would give everything I owned to have even five minutes more with my wife.”
I leaned back and looked closely at the guy next to me. He couldn’t have been more than a couple of years older than I was. What the hell was he talking about having just a few more minutes with his wife?
“She leave you?” I asked.
I didn’t want to ask if she had died but asking if she had left him covered a broad range of possibilities.
He shook his head. “No. She died a few years back in an accident. I wish she would have just left me. I could still see her even if she hated me.”
“Sorry.” This guy was way too young to be a widower. I hadn’t even had a serious relationship and this guy had already been through the ringer.
Life was crazy like that.
He tipped his beer to me and nodded. “Nothing you need to be sorry about.” He nodded to my phone. “Was that your friends giving you hell for choosing your girl?” he asked again.
“Yes, and no,” I grunted. “She’s not really my girl. Just someone I’m keeping an eye on. He was giving me hell about being here when I should be somewhere else, though.”
The guy nodded. “Well, she must mean something to you if you’re willing to take shit from your friends for her.”
Memphis breezed by without a glance toward me.
“That her?” the guy asked.
I nodded and finished my whiskey. “That would be her.” Even when she was ignoring me, I couldn’t ignore the natural beauty that Memphis was. The perk of sitting at the bar while she worked was being able to look at her without feeling like a creep.
“Didn’t seem to even notice you. Won’t she talk to you? Fucked things up between the two of you?” he guessed.
There hadn’t been a two of us to mess up. She hadn’t given me that chance yet. The shit that Jester did to her might have fucked up any chance I could have with her. Though, I wasn’t sure I wanted that chance.
My head was all fucked up when it came to Memphis.
“There isn’t a two of us like I said, but it’s something like that.” I pushed my glass toward the edge of the bar and nodded to the bartender for another.
Memphis walked back by again without acknowledging me.
“Shit,” the guy laughed. “She really doesn’t wanna look at you, does she? Are you sure she knows you and you aren’t making shit up in your head?”
All I could do was laugh. The guy was not wrong at all. Apparently, whatever feelings I had toward Memphis were one-sided because she really didn’t pay me any attention. “I’m not too sure of anything when it comes to Memphis.”
“Well, good luck to you, pal. I loved my wife with everything I had, but God knows women are hard nuts to crack.” He nodded toward Memphis. “It’s even harder when they don’t even like you.”
I grunted and leaned against the bar.
I wouldn’t say Memphis didn’t like me; it was more like she didn’t know me. She had been through a hell of a lot, so I wasn’t completely put off by the fact that she was so indifferent to me.
I had to give her a chance to get to know me before she could say if she hated me. Right now she was just indifferent to me because I was a guy she didn’t know.
Fuck, I don’t think anyone knew what Memphis had been through. Billie Jean had told Raelyn what she knew about the time Memphis had been held captive by Jester, but Billie Jean said she never saw anything. She just heard Memphis’ screams.
Fucking hell.
Every night, I wished Jester were alive so I could kill his rotten ass again.
