“We appreciate that,” Doc said.
“Will you guys excuse us, please?” I asked.
Doc shook his head. “Liv—”
I stared pointedly at him. “I said, please.”
He sighed, then nodded, and I led Linda to one of the foyer chairs while the men made themselves scarce.
The second we were alone, she burst into tears. “I’m so sorry, Liv. I had no idea Bonnie was sleeping with Snapper. I was so stupid.”
“You weren’t stupid, honey. Bonnie’s a good manipulator.”
She nodded, pulling a tissue from her purse. “I didn’t even tell her it was you guys Milky was picking up. God, he was so mad.”
Well, that was interesting. Milky didn’t get mad. Not at women, anyway. He fucked them, then moved on if he felt they were getting too clingy, but emotions weren’t something he entertained.
“Well, I’m sorry he was angry with you,” I said. “And I’m sorry he ended things.”
The amount of times I’d told a club whore I was sorry one of the bikers had ended things could fill a book, but this time, I meant it. Linda was naïve, which couldn’t be said for most of the hangers on, but she was nice to everyone, and I didn’t doubt Bonnie had used that.
“Me too,” she said, wiping her eyes. “But I brought it on myself, so I get it. Anyway, I have to get going. I have a shift starting in an hour.”
Linda was a waitress at one of the local strip clubs. I got the impression she didn’t have a whole lot of options when it came to gainful employment, but she worked hard and everyone liked her, so I was genuinely sad that things were tough for her right now.
“I appreciate you coming and talking to me,” I said.
“Thank you for seeing me.”
She walked out and I turned just as Doc walked back into the foyer.
“I take it, you heard all that?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“I think she and Milky really liked each other.”
“Sounds like it.” He lifted my chin and shook his head. “Don’t interfere.”
“I have no intention of interfering. That’s Jazz’s thing.”
He rolled his eyes. “Well, don’t make her do it.”
I gripped his cut. “No promises.”
“Do you have something to tell me?”
I frowned. “Like what?”
“Why is Raquel really here?”
“Shit.” I sighed. “Could you maybe be a little less observant?”
He crossed his arms. “What’s going on?”
“I feel like Raquel should tell you. It’s just not my place.”
“Answer me this...does it have anything to do with Orion being here?”
