“Yes.”
“You two look nothing alike,” Magnum says. I raise an eyebrow. Is that supposed to be a compliment? Tamiya has always been a thin mint. Dark skinned andskinny.I have a similar, but lighter brown complexion and I have never met a man who thought I was skinny. I’m thick. Curvy. Cushioned. Soft. I have to jump a few times to get into my jeans because of my butt.
“Is that a compliment?” I ask this strange, gigantic white boy.
“You’re a beautiful woman. That’s all I meant. Oske, get us some drinks. I’d like to have a conversation with this one…”
“What do you want?” Oske snaps at him. He finishes a beer he was already holding in one long sip. I watch him chug the whole thing in front of me, completely stunned. Oske’s attitude sours and I lowkey love seeing this side of her.
This queen with her long braids was giving me the full customer service experience but she sounds tired of this white boy before he even gets his question out. I have to respect the way she runs the bikers. I won’t lie.
“Beer. Nothing shitty.”
“I don’t serve anything shitty.”
“You know what I mean. Hunter has the good stuff on his special tap and I expect to drink from it.”
“So. Why did your parents call you Magnum?” I ask while Oske prepares the drinks. I glance down at the name on his cut. “CONDOM”. I guess it’s a simple play on his first name, but it would be terrible luck to have a name and nickname like that without the dick to match.
Not like I’m thinking about this giant white boy’s dick or anything. I’m just pointing out a fact here.
“They love guns.”
“That’s it?”
“Yup. Did Tamiya drag you along to this on some private investigation?”
“I don’t work for her business.”
“But you work somewhere,” Magnum asks as Oske returns with two beers. I don’t mind more beer, though I don’t know about sharing a drink with this big white boy and giving him the wrong idea about me. Oske rolls her eyes.
“Stop flirting with herCondom,” she says with a demeaning smirk on her face. “She doesn’t want you. Damara is thick in all the right places with a good head on her shoulders. She doesn’t need a dirty ass biker ruining her life.”
“Oske, do you hate me?”
“Yes.”
“After all I’ve done for you?”
She narrows her gaze. “You have done absolutely nothing for me compared to Wyatt Shaw and the majority of the men in this room. Even Deacon Hollingsworth treats me better than you have.”
Okay, so it sounds like there’s history there.
Magnum grins, trying to play it cool as he slides the beer over to me.
“Stop playing, Oske. We both know I’m like a brother to you.”
“Even my lame ass brothers are better than you,” she says as her cheeks darken with genuine anger. “I’m going to get clean glasses from the back. Damara, be careful with this one.”
“I can handle him,” I answer her, giving the big man in front of me a once-over. He sips his beer while I watch him, allowing some droplets to soak into his thick, but trimmed sandy-colored beard.
“You can, can you?” Magnum asks.
“I think I can. Now… Why did you come all the way over here and start talking to me? Oske has me a little suspicious.”
We both look at each other and sip from the mugs of beer at the same time, a choice we would both come to regret.
Chapter Three
