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“You and your bright colors,” Nikita mumbled. Her best friend only wore mundane colors when they were undercover. Otherwise, Mandi sported the prettiest colors money could buy.
Scanning the aisles, she thought back to parting ways with Kevlar before walking to the store. He wasn’t far away, he and Hawk stashed near the dollhouse. She hadn’t wanted to leave him. The mere notion scared the hell out of her. Getting attached to him would only spell disaster.
A pop tune came over the speakers, and Mandi swayed her hips and sang along to the words. She stopped singing long enough to say, “You know, when I die, I think I’d like a radio buried with me. It’d be too quiet without some music in the afterlife.”
Nikita eyed her partner. “Jesus, Mandi, could you be any more randomly morbid?”
“Probably, yes.” She stuck out her tongue and returned to her pop song.
“You two are Cutthroat dolls, right?” the cashier asked as they reached the checkout counter, eagerness scrawled on his face.
“Still in training, sorry,” Mandi said, adding her chips and beef sticks to the growing pile on the counter.
“Oh, sure.” The cashier grinned. “I overheard a couple dolls talking about some new MC guys in town.”
This piqued their interest. “Really? I hadn’t heard that.” Nikita smiled sweetly. “What else did they say?”
The man started bagging their purchases, which somehow totaled thirty dollars. Nikita rolled her eyes at the stash of junk food Mandi slipped into the pile.Never fails.
“Something about how they’ll need to learn Spanish because the guys will be in town indefinitely.”
Nikita handed him the cash and Mandi grabbed the bag. That sealed it for them. The dolls were purposefully keeping information from them.Most likely at Juliet or Pillar’s direction.For the time being, keeping the truth quiet was the way to go.
“Anything else?” Mandi asked, opening her bottle of flavored water.
The cashier lowered his voice. “They mentioned a big job the MC is doing that’ll make the Cutthroats dominate Colorado.” He offered a wry grin. “But I’m sure you’re already aware.”
“Oh, yeah, we are.” Mandi winked at him. “Just like seeing how much the town residents know.”
Nikita ushered them out of the store before the cashier could suggest something indiscreet to Mandi. A forceful wind blew her hair back and chilled her bones.I should’ve taken up Kevlar’s offer and worn his sweatshirt.Instead, she wore her usual black jeans and black leather jacket. Fitting in around the dollhouse wasn’t difficult. Both she and Mandi wore leather jackets, but unlike the other dolls, theirs didn’t have the Cutthroat emblem stitched on yet.
“You think he’s telling the truth?” Mandi asked as they walked toward the dollhouse.
Nikita glanced to her left before they crossed the street. Shine from Kevlar’s motorcycle met her gaze, and she relaxed slightly. Knowing he was close by somehow made the next step easier.
“I do. No way any doll would spout anything club related in public unless it’s true. Juliet doesn’t have that much control over her girls.”
Mandi nodded. They both knew the oldest doll wasn’t anything close to a madame, but the girls looked up to her, nonetheless. Juliet was the reason they were in Waverley in the first place. The sooner they could grill her about her betrayal, the better.
Chapter Seventeen
Kevlar
Flickinghis cigarette to the ground, Kevlar exhaled the last bit of smoke from his nostrils. He didn’t like this one bit. He and Hawk sat on their bikes, safely hidden in an alley behind the Cutthroats’ dollhouse. They’d sat idle for the last hour, waiting for any sort of action from inside. Thus far, all they’d done was chain smoke.
“Why’s it taking so long?” He glanced to Hawk. The other man didn’t even look up from his phone. Simply sent a text message, then peered at the back door.
“Dunno. Maybe they got caught up somewhere, or maybe they’re fine and taking their time.” He finally shifted his gaze to him. “Stop worrying about her. She’s a big girl. From what I’ve seen, she can more than take care of herself.”
“That’s not the point.”
He stared at the chipping paint on the tall building. He’d never been inside, but a few prospects had. The dollhouse was nothing compared to Macha’s nymph lair in the lower level of the clubhouse. Macha didn’t whore out their girls, unlike other clubs. It’d go against their rules.
“Kevlar, why do you wear that?”
Frowning, he turned. “Wear what?”
“The vest.”
