“Why do you say that?”
He paused the video and held the screen up to Saint.“Look at her face.This is rage, but not the normal kind of being royally pissed off.This is the face of vengeance.She’s seeking justice for some perceived wrong.I bet you anything this gave her a sense of emotional satisfaction by making this particular asshole pay a price for whatever, or whoever, it was that brought on that vengeful fury.”
Sinn handed the phone back.
“Thank you, Sigmund Freud.Going back to the diner tomorrow?”
“Yeah.Her words gave me bad juju.”
“If you stop her Peeping Tom, maybe she’ll start trusting us.”
“Maybe,” Saint said.“However, I think pigs will fly before that happens.”
****
Muted music driftedfrom the front of the clubhouse, signifying another party.When nothing was happening the next day, he allowed the men to have their fun.For a fraction of a second, he thought about joining them, but the thought of a hangover didn’t appeal in the slightest.If he was completely honest with himself, neither did fucking one of the club girls.Nothing wrong with them, he just wasn’t feeling it.He reached for his phone and brought up the video of Kira, trying to understand her motives.He just couldn’t wrap his brain around her integrity because he wasn’t sure he, himself, would’ve given the money back.
Was she working with someone who wanted to bring the Sons down?The thoughts kept churning through his head, including what Sinn had said about someone watching her.What if it was just another ploy?A way to make them think she was vulnerable?He had to know.
Rising, and without second-guessing himself, he grabbed the keys to the pickup truck and headed out the back door.Minutes later, he was driving toward her apartment, wondering if he was out of his fucking mind.She was a chick who did something nice.Or did she?
Everything was on a slippery slope sliding into his jumbled-up thoughts.
When he arrived at her street, he pulled over and turned off the engine.He’d had Dagger pull up her address, so he knew which balcony was hers.Minutes drifted by and his thumbs played a drumbeat on the steering wheel.Why the fuck was he wasting time with this chick?
Fucking hell.He was an idiot.
Still.
He stayed until the early morning light.
Chapter Seven
Lunch was in full swingwhen Sinn walked through the diner’s door, and Kira didn’t know if she was cursed or if it was bad luck that she ended up on this twin’s radar.She had to have been an awful person in her previous life to have such bad luck.Once more, he sat in her section and winked when their gazes clashed.Damn, he was a gorgeous man, and she had to force herself to look away when his smile turned into a smirk.When he winked at her, she rolled her eyes.
He took a seat in the booth he had the day before.Why was he here?It was annoying.She marched over and asked that very question.
