Shit.
4
Blayke
Alejandro strode into the clubhouse, looking every bit the influential, powerful man he was. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his Armani suit was custom tailored to fit his body. And his shoes were so fucking shiny, someone could’ve used them as a mirror to do their makeup.
“You didn’t call,” Johnston glowered from his position at the bar, his hand circled around a beer. Johnston was not afraid of Alejandro Garcia, and I wasn’t sure if that made him brave or dumb. Alejandro was the devil that walked the earth.
“Didn’t think I needed to,” Alejandro drawled. “I figured you knowing I was coming was a good enough head’s up.”
Johnston clenched his jaw before lifting his beer to his lips. After he swallowed a mouthful, he said, “Next time, know it’s necessary to call, yeah?”
Alejandro just hummed, and then, his eyes landed on Noah. She was coming out of the kitchen, an apple between her teeth as she bit into it. She paused, staring at Alejandro, and then lifted her hand in a semi-wave.
I snorted. Fuck, she was perfect.
“Who is she?” Alejandro demanded, his eyes never leaving her. Like she was a bomb he needed to watch so it didn’t suddenly detonate. Honestly, he wasn’tthatfar off the mark.
Noah took her bite of the apple. “Sheis right here,” Noah retorted, her mouth full.
Alejandro grimaced. “My son has better manners than you, and he’s just a child.”
“This is Noah,” I told Alejandro, not wanting her to piss him off. He had no idea who she was. And clearly, she had no idea who he was. Otherwise, she would’ve watched her mouth with him. Alejandro was deadly, and his connections ran deep on both sides of the border. There would be no hiding from him if he decided he wanted to take her out merely for the way she spoke to him.
“What is she doing here?”
Noah threw her arms up. I shot her a look to shut the fuck up, andboy, that got her fired up. Ignoring Alejandro, she pointed a finger at me. “Don’t give me that fucking look,” she snapped. “I don’t shut up foranyone, and that includes this rich mother fucker right here.” Turning her glare on Alejandro, she sneered, “If you have questions about me, askme.”
Alejandro’s lips twitched with an aborted smile. “I like her,” he said, looking at me. I frowned. How the fuck did that even work? Had I spoken to him that way, I’d need a hospital room. Then, he turned his attention back to Noah. “Okay, Noah. What are you doing here?”
She huffed. “Right now, trying to eat an apple before we all hit the road for Mexico.” Alejandro’s eyebrow lifted, but he said nothing, letting her continue. “I showed up earlier wanting to prospect.”
“A woman prospecting…” Alejandro mused. “Possibly not a bad idea.”
Johnston scowled into his beer.
“She’s on a probationary period,” I informed Alejandro. “And I’m in charge of her, so she has to come with us. I’m half afraid she and Johnston will rip each other’s throats out before the end of the day anyway if she’s left here.”
Aaliyah snorted from her position behind the bar, where she was cleaning shot glasses. Alejandro nodded, then lifted his wrist to look at his Rolex. “Well, we need to get going. We’ll be riding straight through and only stopping for fuel.” With that, he turned on his heel and walked back out of the clubhouse, expecting the five of us going with him to Mexico to follow.
Noah stepped up beside me, still crunching on that apple. “He’s an asshole.” She tilted her head back to look up at me. “Are all of you fucking dicks?”
“Some of us more than others,” I teased. I pressed my hand to lower back. “Your bag still on your bike?”
She snorted. “Have I walked outside of this clubhouse since I came in here?” she retorted, making me grin. Fuck, I loved her personality. She was all fire and smart ass remarks, and I seriously couldn’t get enough of it. “Yes, dipshit, my bag is still on the back of my bike. And before you ask if I’m walking or riding, I’m fucking riding.”
I barked out a laugh. “I like you, mama,” I said, heading over to my bike where I already had my bag strapped down.
She scowled at me. “Mama?” she sneered, spinning around on the gravel to look at me, planting her slender fingers on her narrow hips.
I raked my eyes over her, then nodded. “Yeah, mama. It suits you. All bossy and a little know-it-all. It fits.”
She gritted her teeth. “You’re working your way onto my shit list, Blayke.”
My grin was feral. “I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve to get myself off of it,” I assured her. I jerked my chin toward her bike.“Go on now. We need to hit the road, and Alejandro is not a patient man.”
She flipped me both of her middle fingers before turning on her heel and storming toward her bike. Geek arched a brow at me. “Where is she riding?” he asked as Halo and Gidget made their way out of the clubhouse. Both of them looked like they’d just rolled out of bed. Honestly, I couldn’t blame them for trying to get some shut eye. They’d ridden in at an ungodly hour, and after eating the food Aaliyah had left out for them, I knew they’d been fucking exhausted.
