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“Sam is my business. I pulled that girl out of the gutter and I’ve been watching her back ever since. She asked me to help you, so I’m here to help. Besides, I told you I’d support you, Clink.”
“I don’t need your fucking help. I do just fine on my own.”
He hummed his acknowledgement, nodding his head. “I’m sure it feels like that, but people wouldn’t be doing this if they didn’t care about you and think you needed a hand. And there’s nothing wrong with asking for help when you need it. I know I–”
“Hold on, shut up.”
I’d been staring out the window while he’d been jabbering on, and I noticed something a few streets up. A bike, a very familiar one, was parked up in front of a diner not far from Sam’s place.
“Clink, we only want to–”
“Yeah, yeah, shut up. Pull over. I need to check something.”
Unlike Sam, Tyson didn’t argue, though he did look disappointed. I knew what he was thinking, that I was gonna go score or something, but this was different. I kept my eyes glued to the bike as I spoke.
“Stay here. I’ll only be a minute.”
I was out of the car and heading for the diner before he could speak. I could only hope he kept his dopey ass where he was. I didn’t like coming for Hammer on my own, but something told me he was there for a reason. He’s been hiding like a little bitch since we ran his ass out of town. No way he’d be so arrogant as to hang out in the open without a purpose.
The bell over the door rang as I stepped inside. It was one of those cheesy diners that looked like something straight out of the fifties. Red and white booths, checkered floors, a big ass island separating the kitchen from the dining area. Hammer sat on a stool at the end, his breakfast in front of him. It was so casual, it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. This felt like a trap.
I pulled out my phone, ready to text the crew, when Hammer finally spoke. “Now I know you ain’t that much of a bitch that you can’t come talk to me on your own.”
My lip twitched against a scowl. Asshole was baiting me. All my instincts told me to call my crew, but instead, I shoved the phone back into my pocket, glaring at him as I moved closer.
“What the fuck are you doin’ here?”
He didn’t even look in my direction, taking a sip of his coffee like he had all the time in the world. What the fuck was it with this guy? He had all that confidence, but absolutely nothing to back it up. There wasn’t anyone here aside from him, no one to back him up.
“What’s it look like I’m doin’?” He glanced at me, raising one eyebrow, before turning back to his food. “You gonna sit, or you gonna run like a little bitch back to your daddy and tattle on me?”
Making an irritated sound, I leaned against the counter, my arms crossed. “You got a lotta nerve coming back. We ain’t teach you enough of a lesson last time? How much of your crew got away from us?”
I knew the answer to that already. Zero. Anyone who’d been at that farmhouse was long gone, as well as the few who went with him to attack the MC. Neo saw Hammer leave town solo on the cameras he had set up. Hammer didn’t acknowledge that, though, taking a bite of his hash browns.
Him ignoring me only irritated me more. “Gone deaf in your old age? What the fuck are you doing here?”
With a sigh, he wiped his mouth on a napkin before turning to face me. “Croy let you talk to him like that?”
I snorted. “I respect Croy. Can’t say the same about you.”
The bell to the diner jingled again, and I swung around, my hackles up. I’d expected someone working for Hammer to be walking through the door. Instead, Tyson stood there with a frown on his face as he looked between us.
“What the fuck? I told you to wait outside.”
Tyson looked suspicious, a deep frown on his face. “You don’t have to do this. I know you want to, but–”
I shoved away from the counter, moving closer and growling low. “This ain’t about that. If you value your damn life, you’ll get back in your fucking car. I mean it. Get outta here.”
Tyson studied my face for a minute and I glared at him until he backed down, dipping his chin to acknowledge me before heading back outside. Fuck, I did not need Sam’s friend on Hammer’s radar. I got the feeling with how often she talked about him that it’d kill her if he got hurt. This shit needed to end.
“That your boyfriend?” Hammer chuckled.
Hoping to throw him off the scent and get to the damn point of this little meeting, I stalked closer, scowling.
“No, he’s tryin’ to be my sponsor. I don’t fuckin’ need him, though.”
Hammer made a face. “Croy still on that bullshit about not using? And you fuckers seriously listen to that shit?”
