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“I still don’t understand why he’s stepping down. I feel like he’s been leading just fine while being with Callie.”
She didn’t seem to know her friend very well. She obviously had no idea how badly Callie hated this life, or why it was such a big deal that the man she was with would not lead a motorcycle club.
“Guess you wouldn’t really understand it, outsiders rarely do.”
Her gaze skimmed over me, her lips parting the smallest bit as if she were surprised by my answer.
“Can I help y—” The butcher’s words died on his tongue the second he spotted me.
“Killian…I wasn’t expecting you to be the one to grab the order.” John ducked his head, wincing the smallest bit.
The butcher and I had a bit of a past. A bloody one, where the fucker tried to fight me for my spot in the club. When I beat him, he had to leave. I had told Simon getting our meat from someone who had an ax to grind with us wasn’t a good idea, but he said we didn’t need to worry about it. Still wasn’t sure what that meant, but now that things were transferring to me, maybe it was time I found someone else.
“John.” I nodded toward him.
Laura cleared her throat and stepped closer to the counter. “Can I add something to this order, or is it too late?”
John flicked a quick look my way before settling on the blonde in front of him. The way his eyes dipped to her cleavage didn’t escape me, nor did the way his lips twisted into something salacious.
“You can add just about any sort of meat you’d like to that order, honey, and I’d be happy to oblige.”
Laura’s pouty lips slid into an easy smile, but I didn’t miss the crinkle near her eyes. “Chicken…I need to add a few thighs and breasts to the order.”
John’s gaze flicked down her frame again. “Breasts?”
Something inside me bristled at how he was staring at her.
I cleared my throat, but John didn’t seem to notice.
“I have some juicy breasts in the back, wanna come take a look? I think my meat will exceed your expectations.”
Fuck. This. Guy. “Say one more disgusting thing to her, just one fucking more, and I will knock your teeth into your throat.”
John’s face paled as his eyes snapped away from Laura’s chest.
“I wasn’t saying anything inappropriate. I’m sorry if she took it wrong,” John argued, but Laura cut him off.
“She didn’t take it wrong. She understood perfectly what you were doing and saying. She is right fucking here, and if he didn’t say something first, I would have. I’m a customer, not a poster for you to stare at. Meet my eye level and stop watching my chest. I want chicken added to the order, and because you’re so unprofessional, I’d like you to add them at no extra cost.”
John regarded me, as if he needed approval, but I merely stared back. I was mildly impressed with the way the tiny pixie handled that, but irritation over how unfazed she seemed to be by someone making lewd and suggestive comments to her, seemed to burn in my chest. While John went into the back to grab our order, I walked behind Laura’s back, skimming her shoulder.
“Why do we need chicken exactly?”
Laura tipped her head back, nailing me with a severe eye roll. “Well, if you took two seconds away from getting your dick sucked, or fucking your way through the club, you’d notice that Hamish has been having some health issues. He’s supposed to cut back on red meat. So are Pops and Brooks.”
Shit, I had missed that about the old timers. Poor Hamish was getting up there in years. His limp had become more pronounced, and he’d been coughing a lot more. He was one of the only old timers who knew my dad, and watched out for me when he’d gone to prison. He was a good guy, and Laura’s summarization of me was annoyingly accurate. Except of course for the reason behind why I came across as distracted. She thought I was getting sucked off and fucking my way through the club, and that’s exactly what I wanted her to think.
“You seem rather bothered by the fact that I’ve been distracted lately.”
She shrugged, pulling on a piece of plastic resting on the lip of the counter. “I’m actually impressed. Now that some time has passed and I’ve had a chance to get to know a few of the members, I plan on indulging in a little distraction myself.”
“Is that why there was a bike outside of?—"
“Here you go,” John came out from the back with a cardboard box, “and the chicken is at no extra charge…sorry about earlier.” His expression softened while glancing briefly in Laura’s direction. I had the strange urge to stand in front of her, even with his apology. Dude gave off all kinds of bad vibes and red flags.
I grabbed the box while Laura handed over the club credit card. Once we’d been rung up, I held the door open until she stepped through, giving one last glare over my shoulder at John. We needed to get a new butcher, plain and simple. I was going to have to put a prospect on searching out a new one.
“Where to next?” I hauled the box of meat into the bed of the truck as Laura walked around, settling back into the passenger seat.
