“Thanks for the back-up,” I said.
“You got a weapon?” he inquired.
“I try not to strap up unless I have to but because of some situations I got a Smith and Wesson.”
“You might want to start thinking about bringing it.”
“I hear you. Glad that didn’t deter you from wanting to join.”
“Nope.”
“Okay, I’ll be in touch.”
As Rick and Derek made an exit, I rifled through my head as to who might want to start trouble. If I told Ryder about it, he would probably connect it to Las Balas. I looked down at my watch. I was due to pick up Misty in the next hour so maybe she would know something about it.
Time flowed on and I hit the road on my bike to see Misty. I parked my bike in the medical school parking lot and waited. I got a few stares, mainly at the bike. I gave them all a customary salute as they whispered amongst their friends.
Suddenly I felt the back of my bike start shaking. I snapped my head around quickly.
“Ayy!” Behind the voice was a beautiful Puerto Rican lady, Misty.
“You lucky. I was about to start something.” I grinned as she closed the gap and came to me.
I wrapped my hands around her hips easily as she leaned in for a kiss.
“Mwah! I was just playing. You looked bored so I wanted to shake you up a little.”
“Good job,” I whispered. “How was class, where are your friends at? I wanted to meet them.”
“Just me today, next time you pick me up you can meet Shauna. I don’t have the same classes as everyone else today.”
“Okay. Are you ready to go? How about we grab a bite to eat?”
“Sounds good. You gotta drop me back here in a few hours though. I have a late class.”
I squeezed her hand as she talked, her radiant Spanish beauty taking me over. “I can do that for you.”
We rode out to a nice café around the back of Merced. Eyes were out; Ryder had connects in Merced, so we kept it low-key. We got a table at the back of the café, and I looked around as we walked through. The place looked like a ghost town. The sign on the counter said table service so we headed to a booth at the back. Spanish music ran through the speakers.
“Hmm, I don’t think anybody is going to find us here.”
I smiled at Misty. “I know it’s a little out of the way, but I don’t want to take any chances. There’s a lot at stake. But I had to see you. I miss you in my bed and in my arms.”
“You are so sweet. Can I get a kiss?” she asked sexily. We were sitting side by side, and she linked her leg across mine as I grabbed her face. I let my lips drift over hers, her soft juicy lips breathing life into mine.
“Mmm. You taste good. Stop, otherwise we’ll need to go to your place.” She lowered her voice seductively.
“Fine by me, just say when, baby.” Her sexy legs were wrapped in black jeans and she wore a cute red top that matched her temperament.
A slight young boy with dark hair, no more than fifteen, came to the table. He looked to be of Spanish descent.
“Ola, can I take your order today?”
“Yes, can I have a latte and one of your enchiladas?” asked Misty.
“Little man, can you add another latte to that and two chili tacos?”
“Si. Be right back.” As the little boy walked away, I focused on Misty.
