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A few blocks later and we were standing outside the entrance to Owan’s Nook. It was a bookstore that held all kinds of books, reading paraphernalia, and more. It was a reader’s wet dream if you asked me.
The shop always closed early on Saturday nights but tonight, it closed even earlier than expected. I gave the door two knocks anyway.
A lock clicked free, indicating for me to enter. Pushing open the door, I stepped inside with Trigger at my side.
“I’m surprised you brought him with you,” came a deep voice.
The room was dark, shadows danced over the stacks of books and other items displayed on shelves and tables but other than that, I didn’t see anyone.
“He didn’t want to be alone.” And I didn’t want him to be alone either with how weird he was acting.
“Fair enough.” A large man finally stepped into the dim lighting of the moon, but I still couldn’t see him properly. “Anyone follow you?”
“No.” One of these days, I was sure I would say yes. I knew that. He knew that. It was only a matter of time. You couldn’t stay gone forever. No matter how much you tried.
“Good. You know the drill.” He headed to the back of the store, the sound of another door unlocking in the distance erupting through me.
Tightening my hold on Trigger’s leash, I walked him to the back. When we passed through the open doorway, I was suddenly pulled against a hard body.
“It’s good to see you, fucker.”
I chuckled, wrapping an arm around Rowan Crane’s shoulders. “Good to see you too.”
Rowan leaned back, cupping the side of my neck and staring at me.
I shifted from foot to foot, unease twisting through my gut. “What?” I finally asked.
“My parents have asked about you. I told them you were fine, keeping well, ruining people’s lives and all that shit. You know, the same old crap you do every day.” He continued to stare at me, his words holding no hint of humor.
I huffed, pushing out of his hold and moved to the couch sitting by the far wall. I sat, unclipped Trigger’s leash, and patted my knees.
He slowly jumped up onto the couch, laid down, and rested his head on my lap. “I haven’t ruined anyone’s life.” Not in a while at least.
“Have you found out anything else?” Rowan asked, his gray eyes meeting mine.
“No.” I ran my hand down the length of Trigger’s body.
He sighed, his eyes fluttering closed.
You’re safe with me, old man. I promise you that.
“Alright.” Rowan shoved his fingers through his short light brown hair before scratching the scruff on his jaw. “And you haven’t heard from anyone? Not your crew or Hell’s Harlem or anyone else?”
“Nope.” It was unnerving how everyone had been quiet. I cleaned up my tracks so I couldn’t be followed. Rowan didn’t even know where I lived. I didn’t have a social security number. I didn’t have a job. I didn’t pay taxes. I didn’t fucking exist in the government’s eyes and that was how I wanted it. To them, I was dead.
“I don’t like this,” Rowan mumbled, cracking his knuckles. “I had my dad try and look up some information about your club and each member. Your supposed brothers.”
I grunted. “They aren’t shit to me anymore.” And as strong as I tried to be, that shit stung.
“Good. You deserve better friends anyway.” Rowan moved to the large chair behind the dark wooden desk at the other side of the room. “And you have me. So what more do you need?”
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Pussy would help.” It wouldn’t but I had a part to play. No one knew about my sexual preferences and how they were pretty much non-existent. “How’s your sister?”
Rowan’s gaze snapped to mine. “Married and fucking happy,” he growled.
I chuckled.
Truth was, I hadn’t had sex in months. Maybe even a year. Or longer. I couldn’t be sure anymore. Not that I couldn’t get it whenever I had wanted but the women I knew, knew my club and they would do anything to make an extra buck. They would let me fuck them, hell, do whatever I wanted to them, and then they would run back to Devil’s Rejects and reveal all. I already had a target on my back, I didn’t need any more of this shit added to it.
