Her eyes got big.“Of course they don’t need to know!Theycanneverknow!Jet’lltell Eddie.Eddiewill tell Lee.Then that whole crew will lay waste to Denver.”
In that moment, Mo was feeling the need to lay waste tosomething.
The woman was standing in front of him terrified and crying.
“I don’t even want to think about whatTex’lldo,” she went on.
Well, hell.
He forgot Tex MacMillan was part of that posse.
Not only part of that posse but married to a woman namedNancy.
Lottie’s mother.
Fuck.
“They won’t know,” he assured her.“Hawk’s all over it.It’ll be done before MacMillan can get his duffle bag of grenades out.”
“I hope so,” she muttered, turning her head away.
Mo noted she didn’t deny her stepfather had a duffle bag ofgrenades.
Mistake number one.
He watched her dance.
Mistake number two.
He left her sightline when she was exposed and needed toknow he had her.
Mistake number three.
He let it slip his mind she was tangled up with the RockChicks.
Mistake number four.
He also forgot her stepfather was a lunatic.
He usually didn’t even make it to mistake number one.
It was time to get his shit together.
“I need to get ready for my next set,” she mumbled,beginning to walk to the mirror she’d used both the other times he was in thisroom with her.
“Lottie,” he called.
She turned back.
“Nothing’sgonnahurt you,” hepromised.
She looked him head to toe.
Mo knew what she saw.
Nothing she wanted to see.
He knew he was one ugly motherfucker and she could get anyguy she wanted.Didn’t even have to crook a finger.Just give a man a look andhe’d follow her like a hungry stray.
