“Tomorrow, you’re going to walk funny.”
She smirks. “Bet.”
“Bet.”
10
TATE
I lost the bet.
It was the only time in my life when I didn’t mind being wrong.
Even my toes are sore today because they remained in a curled position for far too many minutes.
“I see Wylder outdid himself,” Gigi says to me as soon as I walk inside Inked.
“I stubbed my toe.”
My cousin looks me up and down and laughs. “Ride a horse last night after you stubbed your toe, too?”
I give her the middle finger, hobbling toward the front desk a little after one. “I feel like I did.” I ease into my chair, feeling like I sat on a hot poker. “Damn,” I whisper.
Gigi smirks, watching me like a hawk. “I remember those days. Great times.”
“Doesn’t feel so great,” I mutter.
“I really like Wylder. The last one was so…”
“They know each other.”
Gigi’s eyebrows rise. “They do? How?”
“Wylder’s brother is in the same MC as Rowdy.”
Gigi gasps, slapping the desk with her flattened palms. “Get the fuck out of here. The same one that wanted you dead?”
“Yep.”
“Fuuuuck,” she hisses. “That’s a clusterfuck.”
“He and Wylder already had some tense words over me.”
“Was he the one who ordered the hit?”
“No, but he didn’t do anything to stop it.”
“Well, duh. Once an order is given, no one can pull it back but the prez. I know that. Is he an asshole?”
“He wasn’t before they tried to kill me. I always got along with him, but it’s hard to let go of the memory when someone would’ve put a bullet in your head.”
Gigi nods. “Girl, that’s bananas. What are you going to do?”
I shrug. “They don’t get along, so it’s not like I have to be around him. Am I being an idiot?”
“About the brother?” she asks me.
“All of it,” I say, dragging my hands down my face. “The brother. The fact that Wylder’s more than a decade older than me. He’s a single dad. There are so many things that should have me running for the hills, but I can’t stop myself from wanting to be around him. One look, and he sucks me right in.”
