This fucking laptop takes forever to turn on.
Once it’s ready to go, I open a browser and google two words:Soulless Bastards.
A few articles show up, and I can’t find anything special. Some local journal suggests they are connected to a crime scene, but nothing comes up with instructions on how to find them. Locating an MC headquarter won’t be this easy.
My phone rings, and I pull it out of my pocket.
“I couldn’t resist having your number and not using it. What are you up to?”A text from Jonathan.
“Nothing much, really, just trying to find something online.”I should keep searching and ignore him, but I could use the distraction, plus he’s a tattoo artist and probably knows a lot of tattooed dudes. Maybe some of them are from the MC.
“Can you introduce me to a biker from the Soulless Bastards?”I ask. Nice social skills, Sarah.
“Wow! That wasn’t how I was hoping you would reply. Don’t get me wrong, I can, but I would hate myself if you ‘Friendzone’ me that fast.”I chuckle, Jonathan always makes me laugh.
“LOL. Let me be clear with something. The ‘Friendzone’ isn’t a thing and women don’t owe you shit. I just need an introduction. Would you help a girl out?”Please say yes.
“Today is your lucky night. There’s a party tonight hosted by the MC and you can be my plus one.”
Yes!
If Bruno were here, he would frown and look at me with a disapproving face, but I’m going to have to risk it.
“Aren’tyou the lucky one? You get to go out with me tonight.”
“LOL. Fair enough. Pick you up at eight?”
“On the dot.”
I have a couple of hours to think about what I’ll do tonight.
On the one hand, I’m going to risk my life trying to meet the president of the MC face to face, and on the other, I might have to ditch Jonathan later. He wants me, and I’m taking advantage of him. I guess I still have some bad habits from my former life.
* * *
Okay, I got this.
At eight fifteen Jonathan knocks at the door. His lack of punctuality really grinds my gears.
“I thought we agreed on eight o’clock!” I exclaim, while putting my ass on the passenger seat.
“Oh, I’m sorry, please accept my deepest apology, your Highness,” he says, “I didn’t think you were serious when you said,on the dot.”
It makes me chuckle.
“It’s okay.”It’s not.“I blame the army.”I don’t.
Out of the corner of my eye I can see Jonathan is still a little taken aback by my comments, and then I realize why, but before I can say anything, he says, “Army? Did you serve?”
I nod.
“Really? Wow.” He looks at me with half a smile.
What’s he thinking?
“What? You never asked, and I thought it was obvious.”
Jonathan’s car is one of those classic cars. Big, tough and smelly.
