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“Now what?” I ask.
“It can wait until tomorrow. Go finish your bar.”
The new bar is my pride and joy. It’s a micro-pub with traditional furnishings and fittings I’ve restored myself. The club will use it to clean money, but out of all the businesses we have, it’s my favourite. I’ve poured my heart and soul into it.
I place the last screw in the sign and climb down the ladder, stepping back to take it in. “The Bar,” comes a voice from behind me. I turn, smiling at the sight of my neighbour, Danii. She runs the coffee shop next door to the bar, and while I’ve been working my arse off the last few weeks, she’s been supplying me with coffee and bacon rolls. “It finally has a name,” she adds.
“Perfect, right?”
She grins. “I guess so. I mean, we’ve been calling it that all along.”
“Exactly.”
“Coffee?” she asks. I give a nod and follow her into her shop. It’s pink and girly inside, but as she explained when we first met, she wanted to make it hers, so she put her personality into it.
I take a seat and watch as she makes my coffee. If I was looking for the perfect woman for the back of my bike, she’d be it. She’s gorgeous, with the body of a goddess. “Have you got a date for the opening yet?” she asks, turning and catching me looking at her backside. I sit back, and she smirks, placing the coffee down for me. “Cake?” she asks, lifting the lid on a fresh sponge. I give a nod cos she makes insanely good cake.
“A couple weeks, I reckon,” I reply. “Almost done inside, and then I gotta have the pumps installed. My President needs to give the go-ahead and then I’m good to go.”
“President,” she repeats. “That’s Axel, right?” I give a nod, and she returns a satisfied smile. “See, I’m getting good at remembering this stuff. Is he still loved up with . . . Lexi?” I nod again, and she fist pumps the air.
“A little too loved up if you ask me.”
“Oh god, don’t be one of those jealous best friends,” she says, groaning dramatically.
I arch a brow. “I’m not jealous. I’m happy for him. Lexi is everything he needs, but she’s got some crazy ideas and he jumps on them to impress her. Fuck, she had us listening to waterfalls and shit to try and relax.”
Danii laughs. “Meditation?”
“Right, that’s what she called it. You ever been in a room full of bikers listening to waterfalls?” I ask, and she shakes her head, still laughing. “It’s not normal.”
“I’ve never been in a room full of bikers full stop,” she says. “I imagine it’s a little intimidating.”
“We’re pussycats,” I say with a wink. “Maybe you can come by one evening,” I add, staring down at my coffee. “See for yourself.” When I look up again, she’s biting on her lower lip in that way she does when she’s trying hard not to smile. “I mean, if you want.”
“I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”
I take a bite of the cake, closing my eyes in appreciation. “Bring a cake. The guys will love you forever.”
The following morning in church, Axel unfolds a piece of paper and clears his throat. “Okay, so yesterday, I told you about watching the club girls. Well, I’ve made up a list of who I’ll be pairing you up with.”
“Not this bullshit again,” I mutter. “Pres, I don’t have time to babysit, and what the fuck are we gonna do when they’re working or with another brother? Are we meant to watch?”
Axel shrugs. “I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it.” He begins reeling off his list, and when I don’t hear my name right away, I know I’m in for some more bad news. When he finally says my name, I groan, burying my head in my hands.
“Don’t say it,” I hiss. “Out of all the girls, you give me the hardest one?”
“Man, she’s easy,” says Cash. “She don’t fucking talk. I’ll swap her for London. That girl’s got a mouth bigger than the city she was named after.”
“No one’s swapping,” snaps Axel. “I thought long and hard, and Fable needs someone with patience.” A few sniggers erupt and I glare at the men until they quiet down. “The rest of you fuckers get out,” Axel demands. “Let me talk to my VP.” Once they’ve gone, I fix him with an unimpressed glare. “The reason I paired you with Fable,” he begins, “is because I suspect her the most.”
“Of?”
“Talking to the police.”
I frown. “You suspect the fucking mute is talking to the police?” We have our own inside man, and even though Lexi is no longer working undercover for the force, they’re still getting information on us.
“She’s a select mute, meaning she picks and chooses when she talks.”
