I turned to face her when Wrath came tearing down the hallway with Scrappy on his back. Our youngest patch was riding Wrath piggyback, whipping at him furiously with a switch.
“Giddyup, you fat fuck!” Scrappy shouted, gleefully spurring on his valiant steed.
“Ow, you little shit. That fuckin’ hurts,” Wrath huffed.
“Less talking and more running,” Scrappy shouted as the pair barreled through the cabin and out the back door.
After the shit-show outside the club, Wrath had decided to get his crap together and employ Scrappy as his “fit and sober” coach. I’m fairly sure Scrappy held zero qualifications in the fields of sobriety or physical fitness, but with methods like this, I was sure it was only a matter of time before Scrappy opened a chain of treatment centers all around the country.
I returned my attention back to Ilene. “Not tonight, sweetheart. Sorry.”
She looked disappointed for a moment, then nodded, and bounded off, most likely to find someone else to fuck.
Shaking my head, I headed into my room, dropping the phone on my nightstand, and heading to the shower. I needed some fuckin’ relief and my hand was gonna have to do. I could have used Ilene, and god knows she would have let me, but I wanted to be alone with my thoughts. Thoughts of Indigo.
* * *
Indigo
The next afternoon, I parked my car in front of Potion and faced Leon. “Best behavior.”
“Yeah, I know.”
I’d done an in-depth background check on Potion, which was owned by one Hyde Roberts, also known as Jekyll.
Cute.
If scary biker guys could be cute.
“You do whatever this guy tells you, unless it’s illegal,” I bossed.
He scoffed. “He’s not gonna make me do anything illegal.”
“Well, if you feel weird at all, you call me, and I’ll come get you.”
“Got it.” He got out of the car, and I did the same.
“You’re not walking me in, are you?”
“Yes, yes, I am.”
“Indy—”
I raised my hand. “I’m coming in and discussing your job with your employer because I am your guardian. This is not up for discussion.”
“Fine,” he hissed out and stomped to the door.
I had to give him credit, he opened the door and waited for me to walk through first, so at least some of my tutelage had taken hold. The bell rang over the door, and I noticed a scantily clad, drop dead gorgeous young woman behind the counter. Pretty much every inch of her body was tattooed, at least what I could see, and she had piercings in her nose, her lip, several in her ears and when she opened her mouth to greet us, I noticed a piercing in her tongue.
Ouch.
“Welcome to Potion, can I help you?”
“They’re here for me, Vanna.”
I turned to the sound of Jekyll’s voice and shivered.
Lordy, he was pretty. Tall with a beard I was dying to run my fingers through, every inch of his body (again that I could see) was covered in ink, and he was just... I don’t know... beautiful.
