“What a terrible day to have eyes,” Temperance grumbles.
“She seemed so sweet. And shy,” I murmur, still watching with wide eyes.
“Pffft, I don’t get it,” Tank grumbles. “Why are you surprised? You seemed sweet and innocent too, years ago, but I rememberwhat you did behind the bar with Ghost during his birthday party.”
I squeak. My whole face catches fire. “What? What do you mean? We didn’t do anything!”
Tank huffs. “You might’ve been behind the bar, and we couldn’t see much, but your face said it all.”
“Shut it, Tank! Stop embarrassing her,” Ria scolds, slapping his chest. Then she turns to me and whisper-yells, “You’ll give me all the details later.”
I open my mouth to deny, deny, deny, but a loud screech rips through the clubhouse, cutting through the music and chatter.
“Bonesie! Ghostie! I’ve arrived, you fucking assholes!”
A tall woman dressed in all black, with short dark hair, storms toward the bar.
She reaches Ghost, rips his beer from his hand, shoves a biker helmet at his chest, and downs the whole bottle in one go.
Then she starts berating him, fast and furious, but I can’t hear the words. Bones just rolls his eyes, watching them both with amusement.
The fuck? Who is this bitch?
“Huh. This was such a good night. So fun. And now it’s going to end in murder,” Temperance says flatly, standing slowly from her chair.
She’s glaring at the scene unfolding at the bar.
Shit.
I hope she kills the bitch first.
“I’ll show himBonesie,” she growls, and starts walking toward the bar, pushing people left and right.
Ghost
“Alcohol free? Seriously? Haven’t you grown tired of fake beer already?” Viviana — the Hound to most, pain in the ass to me — grumbles, waving the now-empty bottle in front of my face. “I thought this was a biker party, not bingo night at the retirement home.”
She scans the clubhouse and points toward the pool table, where Mindfuck is busy screwing some hang-around.
“That guy’s got the right idea,” she says, jabbing a finger in their direction. Then she turns back to me. “You disappoint me, Ghostie.”
Shit. She is still just as much of a headache as ever.
“Nice to see you too, Viv,” I sigh, already feeling exhausted.
She squints at me, then flicks her gaze to Bones. “He’s being weird. Weirder than usual. What’s wrong with him?”
“Woman problems,” Bones shrugs.
“Well, that’s fucking surprising. Give me a real beer, Grizz,” she barks, slapping her hand on the bar.
“You got it, firecracker,” Grizz smirks, already sliding a bottle her way.
“You giving me a night to party? Break in your prospects? Or are we diving straight into business?” she asks, raising the bottle, and taking a swig.
“No time for prospects, Viv,” I mutter. “This is important. I want it done fast.”
“My office,” Bones says, but before we can move, Temperance slides up next to him.
