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I love the rumors and learning new things about myself.
We all know who the Maldonados are.
We all know who the Ghost is.
No one knows I’m both of them.
Except Riley Barker.
The guy in the middle spins my barstool around. My knees touch his lower thighs as I come to a halt, and it takes everything in me not to slam my right knee into his dick. He’s too fucking close. I hate tilting my head back to look him in the eye, but I’m quick to smother the fire in my amber irises.
His voice is scratchy and rough; not in a sexy way, either. He probably smokes two packs of cigarettes a day, along with the weekend meth binges. It’s shooting up the heroin that’s left the track marks on his arms, though.
“You lost, little girl?”
“I’m waiting for Riot,” I murmur, scanning their faces with an innocent mask over my own.
I play with the drawstring on my hoodie, keeping my hands busy so I don’t make Riot regret telling me to meet him here. The biker’s question is so fucking cliché I wonder what the prerequisites are to join the club. Clearly not intelligence, but I digress.
The guy on my left tugs at the end of his bushy beard, checking around the room with keen eyes before shrugging at me. “He ain’t here.”
“His motorcycle is out front,” I claim, letting a little confusion leak into my softened tone.
“You got a name?” the biker on the right asks, taking a half step closer as he leers down at me.
“No name,” I reply, blunt and irritated, dropping my charade now that I can see Riley watching me from the hallway entrance. “Not one that concerns you, anyway. I’m just here for Riot and the fantastic fucking service this fine establishment offers.”
When I meet Riley Barker’s eyes from across the room, he shakes his head at me as he swaggers forward. I make a show of swooning over him, and his lips twitch, stuck between smiling and scowling at me.
He can’t stand it when I cause trouble with the bikers, and that’s what he thinks I’m doing. Honestly, I don’t know what he expects from me anymore. He told me to meet him here when I mentioned I needed to talk to him. I gave him a specific time, and I was on time.
“Leave her alone, Thump,” Riot calls out.
The guys in front of me take two steps back.
“She your new girl?” Thump inquires.
I widen my eyes a fraction, trying to blanket the incoming emotions with amusement. I can’t wait to hear him explain our relationship.
The one we don’t have.
It shouldn’t matter, but it does.
Riot doesn’t break eye contact with me as he responds with a slight shake of his head. “No new girl.”
He’s answering me, not Thump. His confession makes my heart clench, because we can’t be together. We can have our secret encounters. I can show up here under the illusion of a meeting while his dad is gone, but Riley Barker will never be mine. And I’ll never be able to be his.
The flings between us have been happening twice a week for three years. Every time we part ways, it gets harder to leave him, and that’s eventually going to make us sloppy.
His dad is one of our biggest buyers. But he’ll try to kill me if he ever finds out I’m fucking his son, much less in love with Riot.
Wheeler has already threatened me once.
Grizzly pulls at his beard again, looking me up and down as I stand and slide my hands into the pouch of my hoodie. His eyes stall on my exposed thighs for a second too long, and that shit makes my trigger finger twitchy.
“She’s too thick to be a drug whore,” he muses.
And from across the room, a storm rolls in the abyss of Riot’s ocean-blue eyes before he contains himself.
