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“Yeah, you want to teach the fucker some manners.” Reaper elbows me, making a muffled grunt come from me.
“It’s no secret that you and Mac don’t get along, Chains. Is there something you want to tell me?”
Shaking my head, I sit up a little straighter and hold his stare. It would be so easy to tell him about his precious Mac and what a dirty cunt he is, how he preys on women to get his fucking kicks. I could look him in the eye and tell him how I stopped him from raping his fucking daughter, then go on to tell him that I’m in love with her, but I wouldn’t betray Luna’s trust like that. That’s her story to tell him, if she wants to. And although it would get me out of the bad books, I won’t do it. I promised her I wouldn't say anything.
“Is that all?” I ask.
“Got somewhere more important you need to be, Chains?”
“Not really.” I sigh and lean back in my chair.
“That’s good, I want you to go on a run. I got some packages I want you to grab for me.”
“What happened to not doin’ anything illegal?” My head cocks as I wait for his answer.
“I need you working, just keep your fucking head straight. Go in get the package and get out. That’s not hard, Chains.”
My eyes roll, “Who am I with?” I glance at Reap; he shrugs.
“Ghost, and take Country with you.”
“What? I thought he was just visiting.”
“I also told you, if you were fucking listening, that he’s going to be helping us out. And with Mac AWOL, it’s a good job we have him.” A huff leaves my lips, but I don’t say anything else. “Just get your ass on your bike and get going.” Shoving my chair back, I stand up and straighten my cut.
Once Pres has told me where I’m going, I move towards the door. “Chains,” I turn to look over my shoulder, “you be lookout. I don’t need you back in the joint. I can’t use you from there.”
“Pres.” I nod, doing as I’m told for once. To be honest, I just want to work again. Being on a run helps me think, makes me feel useful. I haven’t felt like that in such a long time. I head back to the bar to look for the other two. “You seen Ghost and Country?” I ask Frisco, who’s cleaning his gun on a table.
“Nah dude.” Then I hear the rumble of bikes. Pres has obviously summoned them back here. A couple of minutes pass and the door opens to Ghost and Country. I nod to them emptying the contents of my bottle before I leave it on the bar. “Let’s do this.”
Grabbing my helmet, I swing my leg over my Harley and fasten my helmet. Reaper steps out the door. “Two packages. In, out and keep it clean.”
“You know me.”
“Yeah, I do.” Reaper smirks.
“Is there any reason for it to turn dirty and shit to go down?” I ask curiously, wondering what the hell I’m walking into.
“Not according to Pres, but you never know.”
“Cool.” holding out my hand, he slaps it in a handshake before turning to the other two.
“It’s only an hour out.” Reaper adds, turning back around just as my cell pings. An address stares back at me from Reaper. I’m ready to go.
I quickly type out a message to Luna.
Have to go on a run, shouldn’t be more than a few hours. See you soon, baby. X
Pocketing my cell inside my jacket, I rev the engine of my Harley, nodding at both Country and Ghost. With that, I turn my bike around and lead the way, heading out onto the highway in no time at all.
CHAPTER 18
LUNA
My cell vibrates in my back pocket with a message, and not that I’m checking up or anything, but I haven’t heard from Levi for a couple of hours, the last one was to say he’d gone on a run. Now the bar is ready for opening time, I cross between the tables and unlock the front door, slide back the deadlocks and wedge the door open. A warm breeze filters through. I just wish it was a cool breeze, this goddam tank top is sticking to me. We practically live in the desert; the humidity is gross. I quickly check my phone to see a message from Neve, asking about the bar and saying she might drop by later, but the sound of a Harley grabs my attention. I eagerly poke my head out of the door, but it’s not the bike I was hoping for.
Parking as close to the door as he can, Reaper climbs off his bike and smiles as he takes his helmet off, hanging it on his handlebars.
