Before I got a chance to argue with him anymore, he hung up. Hung up on me. That dick. Shit! No!
The realization that they had no idea I'd driven all the way to San Antonio was right on the front of my thoughts. I was going to need to do some serious speeding to remotely save my ass because there was no way in hell I was going to tell him where I'd gone if he'd gotten that pissed off over me leaving to begin with.
Unfortunately, I sped. The speeding caused me to get to Mayhem a lot quicker than I liked, even though I knew that I still hadn't gotten back fast enough to really play off being nearby.
The lot for the bar was packed for it being a weeknight, then again, I probably shouldn't be surprised. I highly doubted most of the people inside cared whether they drank during the work week or not. I'd barely stepped into Mayhem after flashing my license at the bouncer, when I caught sight of the blonde I'd seen Dex with back at the body shop so long ago. She was sitting at the bar, right next to a Widow by the patches on his heavily weathered vest.
Well, I guess Son wasn't kidding about the girl getting around.
I didn't see Dex anywhere but that didn't exactly ease my nerves. I mean, he couldn't kill me with so many witnesses around.
"Have you seen Dex?" I asked the first bartender that walked by me.
The lady tipped her head up. "Upstairs, sugar."
Sheeeit.
It felt like I'd just been doomed to participate in a Death March. God. Sucking in another breath, I reminded myself that Dex wouldn't do anything to me. He wouldn't. Except maybe rip me a new butthole with his mouth. Well, with his words.
The same WMC member that had come into Pins when I'd first gotten the job—the one with the beer belly—stood at the bottom of the stairway that I'm sure was about to lead to hell. He cocked an eyebrow at me . "Sonny's sis?"
I nodded.
A smirkinchedacross his face. "All the way up," was the only thing he said.
I will not gag. I will not gag. I will not gag.
"Thanks," I muttered, making my way up the first, and then the second flightofstairs. Despite the loud music blaring from the main floor, I could hear the deep rumble of voices coming from the third floor.
The doorway led to a large room with two loveseats and a futon closest to the door facing no particular direction. Just behind theseatingon the far side of the wall, three desks took up the remaining space.
And seated at the desk in the corner, surrounded by Luther and two other Widows, was Dex.
Dex who was staring at me like he was plotting my murder.
I did the only thing a logical person who feared for her safety—kind of—would do. Ipretended like nothing happened by flashing the most fake grin in the natural world.
He stared at me, the tick in his jaw was noticeable even so far away.
Dex's gaze didn't waver for a second. "Get your ass over here, Ritz," he demanded in a cool voice.
Nothing was going to happen. Nothing.
My feet moved on their own with no regard to the fate they were leading us to. "Hi."
Did I get a "hi" back? Nope. Four faces stared back at me, completely unemotional.
I stopped just next to the member I recognized from the day Dex had shown up with Trip after Sonny's disappearance. He happened to be the only one who didn't look like I'd stomped all over his sand castle.
"Baby." Dex sat back in his chair, crossing those long, heavily tattooed arms over his chest.
I swallowed.
"Where you been?" He enunciated his words a little too carefully.
Well, there was no way in friggin' hell they were going to get the truth out of me, and in retrospect, what I blurted out my mouth really wasn't any better. At all. "I went to go buy some tampons." That wasn't so bad, but the rest...? "And then I had to run over to Sonny's house to change my pants since I bled all over them."
Kill me. Kill. Me.
