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Shifting my gaze to the right, I see Duke perched at the bar. My eyes widen, and I blink a couple of times in surprise.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same,” he snorts.
Shrugging a shoulder, I think about telling him why I came all this way for a fucking beer, but I decide against it. Instead, I give him a half-truth. I’m not really one to tell bald-faced lies in general anyway.
“Needed to go for a ride,” I say. “Get some air.”
His lips twitch into a smile, and he dips his chin before he lifts his hand holding his beer in the air and shakes it to get the bartender’s attention. He hurries over to us, his eyes wide, and just like in our club, he is wearing a prospect cut, but he knows exactly who the fuck we are. That much is clear.
“Two beers,” Duke grunts.
The prospect dips his chin and returns seconds later with two ice-cold beers. Thanking him, I jerk my chin in his direction before lifting the bottle to my lips. I take a long pull of liquid and close my eyes when it flows down my throat.
Fuck me. I needed this.
Riding all the way here, watching my back and wondering if someone was tailing me was stressful as fuck. Duke clears his throat, and it’s obvious he has something else he wants to say to me.
Inclining my head to the side, I give him a smirk. “What’s up, brother?” I ask.
He brings his beer to his lips, stalling for a moment, then sets the bottle down, his eyes finding mine.
“Dead Phoenix is giving me shit. I tried to break the contract with them, move away from their shit, but they aren’t having any part of it. Not too happy with the original chapter of the Hell’s Souls, either.”
“Okay…” I say, wondering why the fuck he’s telling me any of this.
I have absolutely nothing to do with them. I also don’t have authority with my own club, so why he’s telling me about any of this, I do not understand in the slightest.
Giving him my full attention, I wait for a moment, then he speaks, and when he does, I realize the Hell’s Souls have been much deeper into shit with the Dead Phoenix than I could have ever imagined.
A hell of a lot deeper.
And I can see why he would want to be done with them all.
ChapterSix
REESE
This is a shithole.
But it’s a shithole that takes cash and doesn’t ask for a background check.
It’s also close to the biker bar I found willing to pay me in cash as well. I should have come to Phoenix in the first place. This seems like the right place for me. It’s close enough that if I begged Logan for help, he might actually do it, though I wouldn’t hold my breath.
My boss jerks his chin toward me as I walk into the building. It’s almost noon, and the bar opens at two in the afternoon, then closes at two in the morning. Giving him a smile, I lift my hand in a wave.
“You ready to be trained?” he calls out, his voice gruff.
I’ve waitressed more times than I can count, bartended too. My salon was my passion, something I thought I could finally do for myself. I thought I could settle down and live my life enjoying what I wanted to do instead of what I had to do.
I was wrong.
Douglas ruined my life all over again. I am so sick of him, of his shit, of his fists.
“You with me?” my new boss, Charley, asks.
My entire body sways, and I shift my attention to meet his. There is a moment of silence as I stare at him. He stares right back at me, his brow arching as he waits for me to speak. I inhale a sharp breath, then let it out slowly.
