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Yeah.Not what happened. But what didIdo?
"She was dazzled by my good looks, brother." The guy missing from the meeting yesterday smiles wide.What was his damn name?Rhys, Rick...
"Fuck off, Rigs."
Rigs.Right.
"You headin' out?" Digger asks him as the guy reaches a large, blacked-out sports bike.
"Got errands to run for the boss." He studies the spaces between the machines as though mapping his path out of the mess. "When are the fuckers around here going to park in some sort of order?"
"'Bout the same time you shave that fuckin' leech off your upper lip." Digger smirks and focuses on the clipboard again.
"I think he suits it."
Both men turn to look at me as though they'd forgotten I was there. "See?" Rigs exclaims. "She appreciates the effort."
"What effort?" Digger asks, feeding into Rigs' trap.
"The effort to look good for the ladies." He straddles his bike and chuckles, slotting the key in the ignition. "Wanna take a ride?" he asks me, retrieving his helmet from the end of the handle. "Beats getting stuck doing whatever this shit is."
I glance toward the gate, liberty already a painful memory after barely twenty-four hours on lockdown.
"Don't take him up on that," Digger warns, arm extended behind him to point toward me, focus still on the list. "Not until you understand what it means."
I fold my arms across my chest. "And what does it mean?" I’m tempted to go now, just to piss him off.
"Ride the bike, ride the man," Rigs recites before tugging the midnight black helmet over his head.He pops the visor and shifts his gaze from me to Digger and back again. “Wait. How did you get back here again?”
I swear I could incinerate on the spot if I focus hard enough.What the fuck?Is that why he was all over me last night? I made some stupid promise I had no idea existed.
Does that mean Tyke’s next? Why the fuck does that thought leave me throbbing?
Digger sighs, clipboard slapping the shelf before him. He turns to level me with a frustrated stare as though he can read the fucked up thoughts circling my mind. "Not all of us subscribe to that misogynistic bullshit. But until you figure out who does, you better run your potential rides past me before you accept."
So, it wasn’t why he touched me?My head spins. "Right..." I glance at Rigs, finding him grinning from within the helmet, cheeks smooshed. "Nice try."
"Can't fault a man for dreaming.” He thumbs the starter, and the bike roars to life with a throaty rumble. The sound is hollower than the growl of Digger's bike, slightly higher pitched. Rigs salutes and tucks his feet onto the pegs before navigating his way through the narrow gaps with far more skill than I could ever hope to have.
"He used to do stunts for quick cash," Digger explains when he catches me watching the guy leave. "Born show-off, that man."
"Massive red flag," I mutter, returning to the job at hand.
Digger smirks. "See?" He reaches out and chucks my chin as he heads back to his task. "You're learning."
If he could hear the thoughts in my head, I don't think the man would be so sure.
I grit my teeth and watch the biggest red flag of them all as he reaches toward the top shelf. Perhaps seeking refuge in a biker hangout wasn't the best idea after all.
17
TYKE
“What did you find out?”I stand, feet wide and arms folded, while Graves settles on a picnic bench.
“Your suspicion is right.” He taps a cigarette out of the pack; black hair pulled back into a low ponytail. “The shadow company is one of Terry’s.”
“Fuck’s sake.” I kick the foot of the table. “Fuckin’ knew it.”
