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“I’ll wait out in the lot,” I say, remembering I’m on my bike. “Wear jeans or something and some real shoes.”
“Why?”
“We’re taking my bike.” I keep my eyes on the ground, not giving myself any more reasons to commit incest.
Though is it actually incest if you’re not blood?
Her lips turn up as though she likes the idea. “Okay. I’ll be fast.”
“Take whatever time you need. I gotta stop in and check on things.”
“Fifteen minutes?”
I nod. “Sure.”
The second the door closes, I let out a deep breath. What the hell is happening to me? At least I talked her out of going to Ray’s. I’ll figure the other shit out later.
I take purposeful steps down the hall to the security room. My keycard buzzes me in, and I find Riot and Tobi sitting, watching the feeds. Tobi’s our newest prospect, but he was a hang-around for two years before he leveled up, so I already know the dude.
“How’s it going?” I sit down facing the wall of monitors. We have CCTV footage of every inch of this place, minus the experience rooms, at all times. If whoever’s working a security shift isn’t walking the property, they’re in here monitoring things.
“Good. Had a little drunk and disorderly earlier. He tried to buy some time with Sasha, but she didn’t feel comfortable, so I had one of the drivers take him back to the city,” Tobi says.
We employ a rotating shift of drivers who do things like pick up VIP guests, shuttle the girls around on errands while they’re on tour, or, like in this situation, give rides to those we don’t want hanging around.
“Sasha okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, he never got in a room with her.”
“Good.” I swivel my chair to face Riot. “What’s going on with you?”
“Fuck lot of nothing,” he grumbles.
I laugh. “Hey, you signed up for this shift. I was ready to let the prospects handle it so we could all make an appearance for Tripod.”
“Not what I meant. I hate those brown-nosing parties where everyone whips out their dicks to show Tripod whose is biggest. I meant it’s a boring fuckin’ day.”
I smile wider. “Aw, poor Riot doesn’t have an ass to kick.”
“Shut up, asshole.”
If I were to guess, I’d say Riot was born pissed off. I’ve known the man since I was sixteen, both of us working at Cy’s shop, and in all that time, I don’t think I’ve seen him break his ‘mad at the world’ persona once.
“Well, if you don’t need anything, I’m heading out.” I stand.
“She going with you?” Riot nodded to the monitor showing Vivi pacing around my bike.
“Uh, yeah. I guess.” I still haven’t told anyone who she really is. Lucky, Cy, and Mary are the only ones who know, and they’ve been asked to keep their traps shut. As far as anyone else is concerned, she’s just a girl I gave a job to. I’ve heard a few rumors from those at the meet and greet who think I took her off the roster because I want her for myself, but I haven’t given them any weight.
“She your bitch or somethin’?” Tobi asks.
I crowd his space, instantly irritated. “That’s none of your fuckin’ business, and while you’re on Honey Pot property, you call them women, not bitches. This isn’t the clubhouse.”
“Okay, okay. Sorry.” He backs down, whether because he knows his place as a prospect or because I could level him with one swing, I don’t know, and I don’t fucking care.
“Don’t ever let me hear that kind of shit talk again.” He lowers his head as I back away, returning to the door.
“Yet you didn’t answer the question,” Riot says, purposely stoking the fire.
