There wasn’t a chance in hell she came from my side of town. Not only did she not look or act like it, there wasn’t a chance Elliot would be dating anyone who wasn’t rich as hell. I’m sure he already had to be digging through her purse and she wouldn’t even know it.
It wasn’t long before she tapped my shoulder, and I didn’t hide my groan. It wasn’t like she would hear it. I pulled off one of the most deserted side streets I could find before shutting off the bike.
“Is this where you want dropped off?”
She pulled off the helmet, dark hair cascading down over her shoulders. Her lips were dark red, the lipstick smeared the smallest amount, and I wondered if Elliot had already been making a move for the night. It still didn’t explain why he would bring her down the dangerous street, though. There was nothingdown there to see, and no reason to bring a beautiful woman down there to risk her life.
“No, but I figured since we were already passing it, you wouldn’t mind if we stopped off at this small bakery right around the corner. They are open late and I want cookies.”
“You told me to…stop and get you a cookie?”
“No, I want you to stop so I can getmyselfa cookie.”
“Do you think I’m a chauffeur for you? An errand boy? Do you always ask the guys who hold a gun at you to take you out for a snack?”
“The guys I usually ask to take me out for snacks are happy to take me without question.”
“I’m sure the guys you ask are willing to do a lot of things to you without question. There’s a long list of thingsIwould do to you without question, but stopping for a fucking cookie isn’t one of them.”
Her eyebrows furrowed, and she got off the bike. “Well, guess what,Rook, we are already here, so I’m going to walk around the corner and get a cookie. You can either sit there and wait like a good little mugger, leave me here, or come with me, but I’ve had a really shitty night and I want a fucking cookie,” she said, nearly in tears.
The outburst probably should have been expected, but she had been so scared before. I really wasn’t planning for it now. She already stomped around the corner of the brick building when I realized what she said.
“Hey!” I yelled, catching up to her. She didn’t slow down, so I grabbed her arm, pulling her to a stop. “How the fuck do you know my name?”
She shrugged, trying to look relaxed, but it wasn’t working. Half of my life had been spent learning body language. It made intimidating people and getting out of trouble easier when you knew what they were thinking.
And I knew she was currently still terrified.
“Your friend called, and I picked up with the helmet.”
“Aiden?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to kill him.”
“Why? Don’t want the people you were trying to rob to know your name?”
I smirked. “Not particularly, no. What else did he say?”
“That you’re in a mood tonight and to keep you out as long as I can because he doesn’t want to deal with you.”
“So you thought a cookie was a good idea?”
“I wanted one before you robbed me, so it made the most sense.”
She spun, pulling open the door to the bakery and heading inside. I hated I followed her in, but I needed to know what else Aiden said, so I knew how much I’d have to beat the shit out of him for telling a stranger anything about me.
She made it to the counter to order, and I stepped up behind her. I still had my mask on, and the girl behind the counter quickly looked back at her to avoid me.
“Double whatever she’s getting.”
Rebel girl stepped to the side, looking up at me with her shoulders pulled back.
“What? Now you think I’m paying, too?” I asked.
“You tried to rob me at gunpoint! The least you could do is buy me a cookie.”
