Chapter Ten
Muerto screeched toa halt, switched off the motor, and jumped off his bike. His insides were burning as he stormed into the clubhouse and made a beeline for the bar. When he came up to it, a cold bottle of Dos Equis waited for him. As he guzzled it down, Chains and Goldie joined him.
“How’d it turn out with the dark-haired beauty?” Goldie asked as he motioned for Ruger to bring him a drink.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Muerto snarled.
“Did you fuck her or not?” Goldie picked up his beer.
“Nothing happened.” Ignoring their widening eyes, he leaned over the bar. “Ruger, give me a double Jack.”
“We gotta cut the music and have a minute of silence to mourn the death of your goddamn charm,” Chains said as the corners of his mouth twitched.
Goldie busted out laughing. “I never thought I’d see the day when a chick turned you down. And she seemed into you. What the fuck did you do?”
Muerto stewed while his two buddies ribbed him, and when Sangre came over, he’d decided that if the brother started any shit about it, he’d punch his fucking lights out.
“What’s so funny?” Sangre asked as he took a handful ofchicharrónes—fried pork skins—and popped a few in his mouth.
“A chick turned our brother down,” Chains said as Goldie sniggered.
Sangre lifted his eyebrows, then finished chewing. “Is that true?” Muerto narrowed his eyes. “I’ll take that as a yes. It seems the chick isn’t interested in men.” He scooped up another handful of chicharrónes.
Muerto jerked his head back. “It could be. Hell, I never thought of that. It makes a lot of sense.”That explains why she didn’t want me to come in. No woman’s ever turned me down before. Fuck. I definitely read her wrong.
“Maybe you can convert her,” Sangre said.
“That’d be a lot of fun.” Goldie winked.
“Maybe. She’s so hot that it may be worth the effort,” Chains chimed in.
“She may be bi. I mean, I fuckin’ know when a woman’s flirting with me, and she was totally doing that with me. I bet she’s bi and is more skittish with men.”
“Who’s bi? You?” Paco sat next to Muerto, his eyes crinkling in the corners.
The muscles in Muerto’s body tensed and he bared his teeth. “Fuck no.”
Chains cracked up and tried to talk, but he kept laughing. Goldie cleared his throat. “The chick Muerto has a hard-on for. The black-haired one at Alfonso’s.”
“You mean the one who was hustling at the pool hall?” Paco rubbed his chin with his thumb and index finger. Muerto nodded. “She’s not bi. Who told you that? I’ve seen her at Cuervos, especially last year with some dude, and she definitely acted like she was into men only. She likes to flirt.” He lightly punched Muerto’s arm. “Seems like you met a woman who’s just not in to you.”
As the men guffawed, Muerto glared; he was fuming. “What the fuck does that mean?”
Paco shrugged. “She’s just not interested. It happens.”
“Not to me,” he grumbled.
“Just move on to the next one. Like Ruby. She’s headed our way. Fuck her until the cutie you’re thinking about is out of your head. That’s what the club girls are here for.” Paco looked at Chains, Sangre, and Goldie. “Am I right?”
The trio nodded vigorously.
“Fuck off.” Muerto turned his back to them, his nostrils flaring as he heard the men chuckling behind him.
“You look like you could use some fun,” Ruby’s soft voice caressed him. He shot her a sideways look and grunted. She ran her fingers down his powerful arms. “Your skin is real smooth. I can tell you work indoors.” She stepped up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’m too fuckin’ pissed to think about anything. Go find another brother who loves your soft touch. I’m done for tonight.” She opened her mouth to protest, but he put a finger to her lips. “Go on now.”
“Okay… if that’s the way you want it.” She turned to the three guys behind him. “You guys wanna have some fun?”
