She sniffs and her eyes are a little watery.She doesn’t speak.
As I leave the ward, I catch the nurse in charge and tell her Consuela is not expecting any visitors so be very suspicious of anyone that says they are coming to see her—suspicious as in get security onto the ward, stat.
The unease in the pit of my stomach doesn’t subside as I travel home on the bus.It’s nagging, gnawing, an itch I can’t reach.Something is telling me to act.I worked so hard to save Consuela’s life, yet still it might be taken.
Loose end.The words rattle around my brain as I watch my stop go by.I have somewhere else to be.
Chapter Three
Denver Chapter Clubhouse
Reaper
I’m out of smokes—a situation that always pisses me off—so I head out of the tall, heavy gates and onto the street.It’s dusk and the sky is streaked with lilac and pink clouds coming from the direction of the Rockies.
My side hurts like a bitch and I’m glad I don’t have plans for the next day.I’m gonna sleep in and then watch reruns ofThe Sopranos.My guilty pleasure.
I buy three packs of Marlboros and shove them into the pockets of my cut, grab some gum for good measure, and a pack of Tylenol to take the edge off the bite.
As I round the corner to the clubhouse I spot someone lurking in the shadows.Instinctively I touch the gun that sits in my waistband.Its presence is reassuring.Whoever it is would be wise to piss off.I’m in no mood for another altercation, and I definitely won’t come off worse this time.
With a grunt I march forward, ready to let someone have the full of force of my temper.Who the fuck do they think they are hanging around the Sons of Sin?
But as I approach, surprise catches a beat in my heart.
It’s her.
The doctor from last night.
Scarlet Mesa.
She sees me and for a moment opens her mouth as if to speak but then closes it again.I don’t blame her.I look like a man ready to bite someone’s head off.People generally cross the road to avoid me.Yet she’s sought me out.It’s no secret where our clubhouse is, most locals would know it, but she’s obviously asked the question.And got the right answer.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”I step up close to her, real close.Using my height to intimidate her.
She backs against a wall, eyes wide, palms flat on the brickwork.
