My words trail off because I’m not really sure how to tell my sister what my woman is doing for work. Not that Lainey would judge her, I know she wouldn’t, but it’s still not something you just go around and announce, even in my world, but especially not in my sister’s.
“What is she doing?” she softly demands.
“She’s working down at the Gilded Room in Raleigh.”
“The strip club?” she hisses, her eyes wide with a shocked expression.
My lips twitch. “Yeah, that’s what she was doing in Vegas, where she’s been the last ten years.”
“Wow,” Lainey exhales. “I bet she’s amazing. She should have been a dancer. In school, she was always the best one on the dance team.”
I’d forgotten about that. Millie was on the dance team in high school. I always tried to forget the fact that she was only eighteen when we started dating, so I avoided any talk of high school altogether, but she was friends with my sister, and Lainey was on the team as well, so I should have remembered.
There are a lot of things I should have remembered about Millie. Or maybe I should never have let her go, so I wouldn’t have had the inclination or the opportunity to forget. But regretting the past is useless when I have her here with me now.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
PIGGY
I’mglad I drove my truck down to the bakery, because Lainey loads up two huge yellow pastry boxes and two drink carriers with fancy-as-fuck coffees to take back to the clubhouse. She also states that she’ll be rounding up the girls and heading down there as soon as she closes up the shop.
Honest to fuck, I’m not sure if that’s a promise or a warning. Good news is, I won’t be there to find out. I’ll be at work, dealing with Garcia and whatever the fuck he’s got planned. Because I know he’s got something shoved up his sleeve.
He knows what I have when it comes to the accusations and his arrest record, but I’m still working on finding his old lady, and that I’m going to keep in my back pocket until I need it. Because I know I’m going to need it, without a doubt.
Parking my pickup next to my bike, I step out of the truck and head over to the passenger side, tugging the door open and pulling out the boxes and drink carriers. I know the guys are going to pounce on the pastries as soon as they see them, but Heidi and Millie get first choice.
The clubhouse is quiet, but Heidi and Millie are sitting right in the middle of the bar area at a table. They both have a cup of coffee in their hands, although it looks like black sludge that one of the clubwhores made, probably Lolita. She’s great at a lot of things, but making coffee isn’t one of them.
“How about something a little better than that shit?” I ask.
They both lift their heads. Their eyes don’t even make it to mine. They travel up and stop at the boxes and carriers in my hands. My lips twitch into a smirk the moment their faces light up at the sight of the drinks and pastries.
“My sister sent her best breakfast treats,” I announce.
“Lainey?” Millie asks as she reaches for the drink carriers. “Wow, she has her own shop?”
“She does,” I state. “I had the start-up capital. I knew she would make something of it, instead of continuing to make me eat her treats. I was getting fat.”
Heidi chuckles as she reaches for the boxes. I watch as she flips the lid open and then moans at the sight of all the pastries that stare back at her. She sucks in a breath, then her gaze meets mine.
“Your sister is a sweet creature who deserves everything good in this world.”
I can’t help but burst out laughing as I reach out for one of my favorite éclairs. Heidi reaches for something as well. I don’t pay attention to what she chooses because Millie begins to speak, and my spine straightens.
“I’ll just… take this other box into the kitchen,” Millie murmurs, picking up one of the boxes and hurrying away. I take it Heidi wants to talk to me alone. Sinking down in the chair across from her, I rub my palms down my thighs.
Thankfully, she doesn’t make me wait too long before she starts talking.
“Millie told me about the deal,” she begins. I arch a brow, pressing my lips together in a thin line as I wait for her to continue. “
“I’m sure you’re wondering just how I killed that bitch without even blinking,” she says.
“You know I am.”
Her words didn’t need an answer, but I gave her one anyway. I do want to know just how she did that without shaking in any way whatsoever. She’s done it before and maybe even liked it at some point.
“You don’t grow up in Vegas without dating some bad motherfuckers,” she states. “And you don’t dance in Vegas without warding off some bad motherfuckers.”
