“Take it easy on him, Beast says he took care of two threats to Alexandra,” Volt said.
Blood shot him a dose of side-eye. “I only heard about one.”
Razor stepped forward. “He should do that for any brother’s daughter.” He leaned toward me. “You hurt her, you’re dead.”
I fought off a heavy sigh.
“What? You’re not going to tell him that if you hurt her, you’d deserve it? I thought those words were hollow.”
I glowered at Blood. “No. They weren’t hollow words. I’m not going to hurt her. Hell, if anything, she might hurt me.”
Razor pointed at me. “Watch what you say about her, prospect.”
Volt stepped forward. “All right, now that they’ve had their fun, where is Alexandra?”
“She’s at my place.”
Volt nodded. “Good. We’re having church at ten. Our lawyer will be here for it. Anything else you need to know will come from me or Blood.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do I detect attitude?” Blood asked.
“No.”
“Beast said you plan to go back with her next week,” Volt said.
I nodded. “Unless that’s a problem.”
Volt shook his head. “No, that’s a good plan because Beast took a closer look at those rolls of bills. Someone definitely wanted to set her up…or maybe you, since you were around most of the week, but all the rubber bands around the cash had Riot MC written on them.”
My body froze. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. Watch your back,” Volt said, sauntering to his room.
Razor wandered down the hall to his room.
Blood shot me a look. “That floor better fuckin’ sparkle.”
Full of Murphy’s Oil and hot water, I rolled the mop-bucket out from behind the bar when Killian and Ryan came in through the front door.
“It’s about fuckin’ time,” Killian said.
“You can say that again, Kill. I thought he’d been sent back to Memphis, but no…he’s finally pulled his head out of his ass,” Ryan, Killian’s triplet, said.
“Shut the fuck up, assholes,” I muttered.
They both went behind the bar and got bottles of disinfectant and rags.
Killian raised the blinds over the windows behind the pool tables. “Did some asshole really try to get in the shower with you?”
I shoved the lever down to wring out the mop. “He thought I was Alexandra.”
“That makes it worse, you know,” Ryan said, wiping down the bar.
“Yeah, which is why I gave him a bloody nose.”
“Naked. I knew you liked it rough,” Killian said.
