“No, just gay,” Tiffany reminds him.
“Woman, if you don’t stop fucking with me, I’m gonna bend you over and—”
My hand covers his mouth before he can finish his sentence. “What Gremlin’s trying to say is that, as much as we would love to help you, Tiffany, we’re about to head out.”
Her bottom lip juts out. “What’s with you lately? It’s like you’re never down to fuck anymore.”
The last time we fucked, she took off my mask in the heat of it all, then cringed and quickly put it back on. I pulled my dick out of her pussy so fast she got whiplash. Then I kicked her the fuck out of my bedroom.
“And whose fault is that?” I growl, glaring at her.
“I told you I didn’t mean to flinch the way I did. Stop being such a baby about it.”
Gremlin looks at her, then at me. “You removed his mask, didn’t you?”
She shrugs. “And if I did?”
Gremlin shakes his head. “No wonder he wants nothing to do with you, woman. You fucking broke his one rule.”
“You just need to get over yourself, Krampus. It’s not like women are lining up to fuck you. You should be happy that I even gave you a chance when there are so many fine-looking men hanging around here.”
She takes a quick step back when she sees my fists clenching by my side. But before I can go off on her, Voorhees steps in, appearing out of nowhere.
“Tiffany, fuck off and go find someone else to bother. Leave my brother alone.”
Her gaze softens. “What about you, Voor? Are you down for some fucking?” She tickles her fingers up his chest, which he quickly bats away.
He shakes his head. “No thanks, I’m not into used up pussy.”
“You know what?” she hollers, making everyone look her way. “Fuck all of you. I’m gonna go find Jigsaw. At least that man has good taste when it comes to women!” Her heels echo on thewooden floor as she stomps off, throwing a mini temper tantrum worthy of an Oscar.
“That’s because he lost his sense of taste in 2020 when he got Covid, bitch. If he knew what your pussy really tasted like, he’d avoid you too,” I shout after her, enjoying the one-finger salute she throws me before disappearing into the hallway.
“Nice one,” Voorhees exclaims, slapping me a high five. “Where are you two knuckleheads off to?”
“We’re gonna do some recon of that new bakery in town. I want to see if the new owner is linked to Moseley.”
Nobody knows the real reason I want to go.
I’d go to that bakery every day if it means I get to see her smiling face again. I haven’t forgotten about it since I helped her carry her mixer inside a few months back.
“Cool, keep me informed. I’m gonna go find Drac and shoot the shit for a bit. See you when you get back.”
After giving him a swift nod, Gremlin and I head out, driving across town to the bakery located right next to Moseley’s headquarters. I have a bad feeling that whoever owns the shop is either nothing but trouble or about to be in a whole fucking heap of it.
ChapterThree
Mindy
Opening day has been a complete bust. Besides a few people who pitifully threw a glance in my store’s direction, nobody dared to venture in to try a sweet treat. My heart sinks when I see the case of beautiful pastries and desserts just sitting there waiting for someone to come in to taste them. What a waste of food!
The roar of motorcycles vibrates my windows as two men on bikes pull up in front of the shop and park. One of them gracefully gets off his bike like a Greek Adonis. The other bumbles off his like it’s the first time he’s ever ridden one. Amateur.
My bike is parked behind the shop. Not that I’ve had much time to ride the black BMW S 1000 RR with purple undertones since moving to Fernley. It’s the cheapest ride I could find and made the most sense after I sold my car to buy a delivery van for my business. But a truck painted like cupcakes isn’t the sexiest thing on four wheels, so in my spare time, I throw on my helmet and ride the open road with complete freedom. It’s the opposite of my bubblegum exterior, and most people wouldn’t guess thatit’s my ride of choice outside of the bakery.
My breath hitches when the two men stroll inside, and I recognize the taller one wearing what looks like aPhantom of the Operamask on the left side of his face. It’s the same guy who carried my mixer in for me when I first moved here. Now he’s standing in front of me without a cover, his youthful features shining through his broken smile. He comes in scowling, looking like a dreamy horror villain sent here to kidnap me. It’s weird how turned on I am by that thought.
Despite his off-setting exterior, I smooth out my dress, putting on my best smile.
