“It’s Irish,” Roman declared. “Read it in a book. It begins A-I-S?—”
“Gotta hit,” Rex exclaimed. “There’s only one Aislynn who lives close. She’s in Hambleton, that town Dad goes to, south of here.” His thumb flew over the phone, and he suddenly looked up at me. “She’s a baddie.”
Roman shifted closer. “Let me see.”
Rex showed him the phone screen.
“Wow,” he exclaimed. “She’s a ten.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Yeah, she’s a ten. You think I’m gonna hang with a two?”
Rex nudged his brother. “Dad’s an MC prez. He’s always gonna get the cream of the crop. The babes love it.”
My blood cooled because my boy was right; the chicksdidlove it. If I were a regular Joe who worked the night shift and drove an old pickup, they wouldn’t give a fuck about me. The authority, leather, bad attitude, and motorcycle did it for them, along with what they believed was a glamorous life and a sense of danger. For them, it was all about Pagan, the MC president, and never about Aiden the man.
Rex and Rome were both nose deep in their cell phones, so I picked mine up and messaged Ash.
You okay?
I waited a few minutes, my phone feeling weighty in my hand, but there was no reply, so I clicked onto my message app, found Wiki’s name, and typed,
Pinpoint Aislynn.
After a few seconds, my phone beeped.
Wiki: She’s on the I-25 heading to Denver.
Check her messages. What are her plans?
Wiki: She’s going out tonight with those 2 bitches she works with.
My mouth twisted.
The last time she went out with those women, I walked in on her kissing Captain America. If she thought that was gonna happen, she could think a-fucking-gain.
Over my cold, dead, body.
I signed off from Wiki and typed out another message to Aislynn.
Don’t want you going out 2nite. Stay home.
I pressed send, and my thumb hovered over the screen while I waited for a reply. With every second that passed, the fire in my chest burned hotter until finally, I grabbed my phone and slid out of the booth.
Rex’s stare lifted from his phone screen. “Where are you goin’?”
“Just need to make a quick call,” I said, glancing down at my phone and heading toward the door.
“Drinks are comin’ now,” Roman called after me.
I glanced over my shoulder. “You two carry on, I’ll be right back.”
By the time I got to the door, I’d already pulled Aislynn’s number up. I stepped into the street and wandered to the window of the diner before leaning back on it and clicking the call button. The phone rang a few times before the call clicked in, and Aislynn’s voice came over the line.
“Hey!”
“Where the fuck are you?” I barked.
There was a brief silence, then she murmured, “About ten miles from Denver. Why?”
