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That was putting it lightly. Riley, the club first lady and Croy’s woman, got her nursing degree and hit the ground running. The doc who regularly fixed us up was so happy about someone being around to take on some of the workload, he gave her a job at his hospital and basically let her do whatever the hell she wanted. They spent so much time together that Croy had to threaten his life to get time with his old lady.
Letting out a heavy sigh, I leaned against the wall. Now, if I wanted to talk to Riley, I had to be strategic about it. She and Croy fought almost constantly. It usually ended in really annoyingly loud sex between the two of them, but if Croy put her on lockdown, she’d be a hellion to deal with and the chance I’d have to go with her to work would disappear.
It didn’t take long for Sam to do what she came here to do. I didn’t know shit about electric work, but she patched the shit up and put it back together before letting Neo plug his computer back in. She put her tools away and pushed to her feet, a deep frown on her face when she spoke.
“I need to meet with whoever’s in charge of the building. The patch might handle that specific outlet for the time being, but the wires are really old. It’ll happen again, without a doubt.”
I could tell she didn’t actually want to go meet with Croy. I tried not to smirk at the look on her face, but she must’ve noticed anyway, because she scowled at me.
“Shut up. Let’s go.”
Putting my hands up in surrender, I chuckled as I followed her out the door. The more I irritated her, the less terrified she looked, so I’d keep doing it until she didn’t need me to anymore.
I debated throwing the door open again. It’d basically guarantee that Croy’s foul mood would be focused on me instead of her, but it’d also piss him off more and that wouldn’t help. Instead, I knocked politely. Good thing too, since it wasn’t Nevada and Reaper in there with him anymore. Apparently, I missed my shot at meeting the first lady.
“No!”
“Baby, I’m not fuckin’ askin’. Either take the damn security or your ass is staying here!”
They were screaming so loud at each other that they didn’t even hear me knock. Sam turned to me, her eyes wide.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, she’s good. The first lady is a force to be reckoned with. I’d probably reconsider interrupting them, though, unless you wanna have that kind of attention on you instead,” I smirked.
She looked alarmed. It was only a half truth. Croy would be annoyed, but Riley wouldn’t let him take his mood out on a stranger. I just didn’t want to be involved. I tipped my head towards the bar.
“Want a drink?”
She shook her head quickly. “I don’t drink. And it’s like noon.”
I shrugged, gesturing towards the couches to wait out the fight. “Five o’clock somewhere. Why don’t you drink?”
Her expression shuttered instantly, and she spun on her heel, walking away. My eyebrows shot up. That was an intense reaction. I followed her, moving in front of her when she wouldn’t look my way, and gave her an expectant look. She glared at me.
“I just don’t. How long exactly is this going to take? I have other jobs today.”
My curiosity only grew, but the office door flew open and a seething Riley stormed out, stomping up the stairs. Sam watched with a concerned look on her face and when she turned to me, I jerked my chin towards the office.
“Looks like he’s free now.”
She swallowed hard, and her grip on her little clipboard tightened. I would’ve offered to go with her, but it was interesting to watch her summon her courage, her chin going up despite the fact that her face was pale. She marched over to the office door, knocking lightly, and disappeared inside when Croy barked that she could enter. Here’s hoping she survived the meeting because I wanted to see her again.
CHAPTER 3
SAM
“What?”
The man’s snarl from the other side of the door made me jump, and I seriously reconsidered going to speak to him. I mostly talked to the older guy, Nevada, over email. Maybe I could just ask where he was and leave the terrifying man alone.
Not wanting to piss him off any more by making him wait, I poked my head into the office. It was empty aside from the one behind the desk. He was scowling at the wall, a glass of what looked like whiskey in his hand. He took a drink before glancing at me with an annoyed look.
“You gonna just hide over there or what?”
I grimaced, edging into the room. I didn’t close the door all the way behind me. I wanted to make sure someone could hear me if I screamed because this guy tried to kill me. Not that many of them would come to my rescue. What little I knew about motorcycle clubs, they were a loyal bunch and would probably help him instead of me.
“Did you fix it?”
