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“We can’t make her pay protection,” Joker points out, “Not while she’s sucking off Trigger.”
I think about the blowjob, catch Hangman’s eyes and wink.
His face grows red as he stabs his finger at me. “I will fuckin’ turn you into dog food, you shit.”
His threat is kind of ironic if you think about it, but Joker cuts me off before I can think of a comeback. “For fuck’s sake, would you two take it outside.” To the rest of the boys, he says, “She needs investors and wants us for 24 percent. Any objections?”
“Why not lend her the money?” Fender asks. He used to be an accountant before he got tagged for skimming off the top. Now he’s the club’s treasurer.
“She won’t take it,” I say. “She doesn’t want to owe anyone.”
“Ain’t investing the same as owning?” Hash asks, proving he’s not as stupid as he looks.
“Not according to the vet,” Hangman says. “We’ll get a return on the money when she’s making a profit and a say in how she runs her business.”
For the first time since the meeting started, I get uncomfortable. “Not a say. We’ll be silent partners.”
“Fuck that,” Fender interjects. “We don’t just give away money without making sure our investment is solid.”
My zen from last night is wearing off. “I say it’s solid, it’s solid.”
Fender doesn’t like being contradicted. “You’ve known the b..., uh, fuck, whatever she is, for a couple of days. What the fuck do you know about her?”
“I know enough,” I snarl back at him. “So shut the fuck up or I’ll make you uglier than you already are.” I’m gonna get fined big-time anyway, so I may as well make it worth my while.
“Jesus Christ!” Joker interjects. “I’m working with juveniles. My thinking is that we invest in the club, give her a year to turn a profit, if she doesn’t, we get involved.” He looks at me. “That work for you, lover boy?”
I think it over. Why not? Evanee is as smart as she is gorgeous. I’ve no doubt she’ll have the pet-owning people of Sagebrush lining up at her door. “Sure. I got no problem with that.”
We take a vote, and pass the motion 100 percent, which makes me feel all warm inside. The brothers support the brothers, which is the way it should be in a one-percenter club.
We end church by talking about the blow-out party we plan to have. Sort of an out with the old, in with the new as if we needed excuses. Gives the Vegas guys a chance to meet everyone else and get to know us on a more personal level.
I call Evanee as I head to my bike. “Should I send flowers?” I ask when she picks up.
“Maybe you could drop by the clinic, lover.”
Fuck me. “I’m on my way.”
CHAPTERTWENTY
Evanee
It’s another slow day at the clinic when Trigger calls. Wendy’s already left, and I’ve polished my vet instruments for the tenth time. It’s almost 5 PM, which is closing time, and since there doesn’t seem to be an animal limping down the sidewalk, I figure I can lock up early.
I cover Singalong’s cage so he’s down for the night, give Lullaby a few oats to tide her over until feeding time. She gets cranky when she misses her meals. The dogs and Pirate Jack dutifully follow me into my ‘bedroom’ which doubles as a nursery with cages. I lock each one of them up, then go in search of Kona, who seems to know that she’s about to get sent to prison. She streaks around the clinic, screaming like a banshee. It takes me ten minutes and some reassuring lies to catch her. I’m panicking now because I have a plan and I don’t want Trigger to arrive before I’m fully ready.
Kona curses me out for being such a bitch as I put her in her cage, but I assure her it’s temporary. After she moons me, I strip off my clothes, kick off my shoes, and brush out my hair. Next, I slide on black sheer lace briefs, matching them with a Marilyn Monroe Rosette Lace Balconette bra. A pair of black leather Louboutin pumps add four inches to my height and the top-of-the-head bun I pull my hair into, adds another two. I slip out my contacts and pull on my black-framed prescription glasses. I finish the look with one of my white lab coats, buttoning it up to cover everything underneath, then look in the mirror. Gazing back at me is this cool collected fantasy sex doll. None of the nerves and butterflies that are currently coursing through my body show on my face.
I can’t wait until Trigger sees me. And better yet, I can’t wait until I see Trigger.
I’m putting the finishing touches on my lipstick when I hear the roar of a bike. Trigger’s bike. I’m starting to recognize the sound of it.
I quickly unlock the front door, then jump up on the counter, straightening my back, and crossing my legs. I slide my hands around my knee and leisurely kick my leg back and forth as I watch Trigger stride up the sidewalk. He’s so sexy that licks of flame curl in my stomach. This is my man and I get to keep him.
His eyes widen as he sees me through the glass of the front door, then a slow predatory smile spreads over his face, making me shiver.
Stepping inside, he waits for the door to swing shut, then locks it behind him not once taking his eyes off me. He crosses his arms, his thighs spread, the menacing grin still aimed my way.
