“I know.”
“My Enforcer, is just like you.”
“An asshole?” I cut in, getting another laugh from Ragnor.
“I was gonna say cautious,” he replies.
Shadow fixes me with a glare. “Don’t you have work to do, barmaid?”
I salute, making sure to give him a wide smile as I saunter off to collect more empties.Dick.
Shadow
I like him, even though I don’t want to. Ragnor is decent. He talks about his club like they’re his life, just like Axel, and I see how passionate he is about making change from the way he talks about his plans. And Ruckus seems good too. Quiet, like me, assessing everyone to check we’re not out to harm his club. I get it.
And then I drag my eyes back to Remi, who is making them all feel right at home as she serves drinks and laughs at just about everything they say. I shake my head in annoyance. I knew she’d be trouble.
“I have a bed with your name on it.” I turn to Sasha as she places a hand on my shoulder, practically thrusting her tits in my face. I’m not complaining—she’s got a good rack.
“Oh yeah? Usually, you’re not fussy about a bed.”
She grins, her fingers instantly reaching for my belt. And then Remi glances over, and I find myself reaching for Sasha’s hand . . . and stopping it from going farther. She glances up, her brows knitted together in confusion, but fuck if I have a clue why, I just know I can’t, not with her here. It feels wrong.
“Maybe later,” I say, releasing her and walking away.
Fuck.Now, she’s really in my head.
I’m leaning against the wall by the pool table, nursing a beer I’m not really drinking, when I hear her laugh.
Not just any laugh, but that kind that bubbles out of her without thought, light and warm enough to slide right under my skin. I shudder then tilt my head slightly, and sure enough, I see her at the bar with Ragnor. He’s leaning in just a little too close for my liking.
“. . . so then I told him he could take his pint and—”
Ragnor grins. “And shove it where the sun don’t shine.” Fuck, now, he’s finishing her sentences. “Yeah, I can believe that from you.”
She laughs again, flicking her hair over her shoulder.
I don’t like the way he’s looking at her. I don’t like the way she’s letting him.
“Anyway, I have to go.” She glances at her watch. “My shift has ended.”
“You need a ride?” Ragnor asks, his voice all smooth charm.
“Actually, yeah––”
“She’s got one,” I cut in, walking up before she can finish. My tone’s flat, but it’s enough to make them both turn.
Ragnor raises a brow. “I’m sure she can answer for herself, brother.”
“She can,” I say, locking eyes with Remi, “and she’s telling you she’s riding with me.”
Her mouth drops open. “I’m sorry, did Isaythat?”
“No,” I reply. “I just did. Let’s go.”
She mutters something under her breath but grabs her jacket and follows me out.
The ride’s quiet. Too quiet.
