The Family wanted me dead. Not because of what Havoc had done when he had saved his old lady from their crutches. It had started long before that. And I still didn’t know why. I would though. One way or another their reasoning would become clear.
I just hoped it wasn’t too late.
“Went on a little pick me up mission for the prez.” Monster flopped down on the nearest chair, his hand greedily reaching for the bottle to pour himself a glass.
My eyes snapped up to his face. “And?”
“There’s no chick on the road, Prez, not even a van.” He chuckled. “Just what kind of shit have you and Hansel been taking these last few months?”
I laughed right along with him, yet I couldn't help but feel disappointed. “She was very, very real. Believe me.”
“Well, she must have made an impression for you to send someone out after her. But she’s not there now. “
So my little hippy was gone.
I should have been happy. She was likely trouble after all.
But I couldn't help the pang of disappointment that settled over me.
“Hot?” Pope asked with a smirk.
“Best tits I’ve seen in forever,” I answered honestly. “I wouldn’t have minded getting to know her better.” I motioned with my hand, and one of the club girls came sauntering over. She wasn’t my sunflower, but she would do. I pulled her down on my lap. “A lot better...” I murmured.
My little sharp-tongued beauty might have disappeared on me, but I would be picturing her curves later anyway.
4
Gypsy
“Well, Woofy.”My hand went down to scratch between the giant wolfhound's ears as I gazed around the empty bar. “This is it, home sweet home.”
The dog at my side didn't answer me, but if he could have, I already knew what he would say.
The place was a dump.
The advert I had answered hadn’t mentioned that the place needed tearing down and starting over. If I had known, I wouldn't have bothered. I would have found another place. Another bar in another small town where I could spend my life in hiding.
A town where I was yet again alone. Hiding who I really was.
I frowned.
No, that wasn’t entirely true. I was who I was. And I had been Gypsy for a long time. The girl who I used to be ceased to exist. I didn’t even know why I was thinking about her.
Daniella Fleetwood was gone. Along with all her hopes and dreams.
Gypsy had a different vision. Smaller dreams. Realistic hopes.
Daniella wanted it all, the powerful job, the perfect husband and family. The prestige that came with her family name.
Gypsy wanted none of that. I wanted none of that. All I wanted was a quiet life where I could fade into obscurity.
And a run-down bar in a backwater town was the perfect place to do it.
If, of course, I could get the place up and running.
Rolling my shoulders, I tried to ease the tension out of my back. The previous night was a blur. I remembered breaking down, and the hot biker with his strange smile trying it on at the side of the road. Like I was really going to drop my panties and get down to it with a random dude I had just met! But after that it was a blur. An old couple in a car maybe?
I frowned.
