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Loud pipes captured my attention.
Placing my gun on the table, I got to my feet, removing my gloves as I walked to the front window in time to see several of the Sons of Hell park in front of Beth’s coffee shop.
“Looks like King’s back,” Montana said, standing behind me. Turning, I looked up at the big man and asked. “You know King?”
“Yes.”
“How?” I asked, questioning the multi-million-dollar businessman. It made no sense. Why would a millionaire know a biker?
Montana stared down at me, a smirk on his face. Lowering his head, his face a mere breath from mine, he asked. “Have you caught yourself a King, Venom?”
Backing away, I ignored the annoying fucker. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. Heard a noise and wanted to see what it was. Now, are we going to finish this or am I scheduling you for another appointment?”
Montana laughed loudly, shaking his head as he walked back over to my station, straddled the chair and laid back down. “Lie all you want, Venom, but I know a woman in love when I see one.”
Snapping on a clean pair of gloves, I growled, “I am not in love.”
Montana laughed even harder.
I had just taped up Montana’s back when the chime over my door dinged. I didn’t need to look to know who it was. I felt the disturbance in the force the second I heard the pipes.
I scowled. “I’m busy. Come back later.”
“Cupcake,” King growled. “Come here.”
Rolling my eyes, I ignored the brooding bastard and quickly informed Montana of the aftercare. Not that he needed to hear it again. Stepping back, I took off my latex gloves and turned to King. “So, you’re finally back, huh?”
“Bailey, now.” King firmly said.
He wasn’t messing around. I could see the tension radiating off him in waves. He was angry and, for the first time since I met him, I had no fucking idea what I did. Standing his ground, I noticed that King wasn’t even looking at me. He was looking at my customer, Montana. Moving towards him, I didn’t stop him when he reached out and wrapped his arms around me.
What the hell was wrong with him?
“You are one lucky son of a bitch, King,” Montana said, as he slipped his black t-shirt over his ripped body before reaching for his black leather jacket. “Tried for months to poach Venom from Dog. Your woman is loyal to a fault.”
“How long are you staying?”
“As long as I want,” Montana smirked menacingly. “Is that going to be a problem?”
“Nope.”
“We need to talk.”
“Come up to the clubhouse. We can talk there.”
“I like it here,” Montana challenged.
“How do you know Montana, King?” I asked, as Montana glared, daring King to answer that question. Instead, King looked down at me and smiled. “We’ve done business before, Cupcake. Why don’t you go see if Beth has any of those cranberry muffins I know you like? Tell her to put it on my tab.”
“You know this is my fucking business, right?” I replied angrily, stepping out of his arms. There was no fucking way I was leaving. I just got my hand back in working order. I had appointments lined up all day. If he wanted to talk to Montana, then both of them could leave. I paid the rent for this building. Not him!
“NOW AVONLEIGH!” King shouted, making me jump.
Narrowing my eyes, I balled up my fist. “Fine.”
Grabbing my bag, I stormed out of my shop with my head held high. Marching across the street, I didn’t bother to check if cars were coming. Throwing open the coffee shop door, I winced when it slammed against a customer who cried out. “Jesus Bailey. You can’t still be mad at me!”
Ignoring Scribe as he rubbed his shoulder, I threw my bag on the nearest table and walked over to the counter to find Beth smiling brightly. “Hello Bailey. How are you doing today?”
