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When he hit the hallway, his phone buzzed in his pocket.
“Yeah?” Talon answered.
The voice on the other end was breathy and quiet, and Talon had to strain to make out the words.
“I’ll be there,” Talon said.
The line went dead, and Talon started for his woman to tell her they had eyes on her girl.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Heaven and Earth
Deuce
Between the storm clouds rolling in from the coast and the twilight that fell toward dark, Deuce couldn’t see shit.
So he leaned back against the brick wall of the abandoned building and blew smoke rings toward the night sky, the end of his cigarette lighting up his face in a Halloween kind of way.
“Those things’ll kill you,” Brick observed from the seat of his Harley.
Deuce shrugged, “Might quit someday. But today is not that day.”
“Right woman takes hold, you will,” Brick joked.
“Ain’t met her yet, so don’t feel the need to worry about what she likes and what she don’t,” Deuce shot back.
Ryder shoved his hands deeper in his pockets and leaned his head back against the wall to study the deepening gloom, but he held tight and kept his mouth shut.
And Deuce realized what a dick he must sound like to a man who’d just lost a woman who’d never really been his but who’d lost her just the same, losing the dream of her somehow being worse than losing the real thing.
Since he figured any words he directed at Ryder would make him sound like an even bigger dick, he just kept sucking cancer into his lungs, hoping Talon’s contact showed soon.
The waiting was bullshit.
Stash and Rooster had clocked Tex’s tag on Cass in nothing flat, and Deuce had been ready to roll out then. If Talon was the smooth talker of the club, Deuce was the sledge hammer. He knew it, everybody else knew it, and he didn’t have a problem that they knew it. He didn’t just lack decorum. He lacked it and didn’t give a fuck.
But it’s how he protected his people, how he made shit happen.
How he caught the motherfuckers that crossed him and made sure they didn’t cross him again.
So waiting on a hooker in a dark parking lot when he wanted to be blowing shit up didn’t do much other than piss him off.
Brick was about as itchy. “How long we gonna wait?” he asked.
“Rosie’s never fucked us over before,” Talon said, watching the entrance of the lot like a hawk.
“That you know of,” Deuce muttered around his cigarette.
Talon nodded, “That I know of.”
Headlights swung into the parking lot, but the car swooped into a space too far away for Deuce to see who was driving.
“Finally,” Deuce said, flicking his cigarette away.
Talon’s phone lit up. “Yeah?” he answered. He paused a beat and then, “You have got to be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.”
“Problem?” Deuce asked, eyes going sharp.
