The vile son of a bitch was looking the other way for a payoff.
My mouth flattened.
I knew it was only a matter of time before the sheriff came sniffing around, wanting to know where his cash cow had gone.
Not that he’d ever get an answer.
Moody and the degenerates who followed him blindly were pushing daisies out in the middle of nowhere.
My thoughts drifted back to Harmony, and I wondered if she’d be upset if I offed her ex.
It’s not like he was a good dude or anything. He honestly deserved a cruel death. He’d taken an oath to serve and protect, and then turned a blind eye for fucking money.
“What do you know about the woman?”
Tyson shifted uncomfortably. “You did hear what I just said, right?”
Dash snorted. “Oh, he heard you. He just doesn’t give a fuck. You just waved a red flag in his face, and now he won’t let it go until that woman is his.”
Dash jerked his chin at me. “The second you told him she was off limits, you put a target on her back.”
“I didn’t say she was—” Tyson started as Danger barked out a laugh.
“That woman is as good as his.”
My lips twitched despite myself.
He wasn’t wrong.
Dash waved a hand in my direction as if reading my thoughts. “See?”
“Jesus Christ,” Tyson muttered, shaking his head.
Smiling at the thought of making Harmony mine, I turned to go back inside the diner to finish my food.
Let the chase begin.
Six hours later,I was leaning against the long counter in the clubhouse kitchen with a beer in my hand, listening as Ma fussed over how expensive produce was at the grocery store.
The woman rolled into Devils Cove two days ago, took one look around the big industrial kitchen in the clubhouse, and declared she would be cooking for the masses from now on.
Not that anyone was complaining.
She’d been cooking up a storm. I don’t think the men who’d been here before we arrived had ever eaten so good.
“You’re not stirring that enough,” Ma snapped without looking up from the sink.
I glanced down at the baked beans coming to a slow boil in the pot. “I’m stirring it.”
“You’re poking it.”
“There a difference?”
She gave me a look over her shoulder. “Are you new here?”
“Oh, you got jokes.”I snorted, taking another pull of my beer.
Jekyll insisted on cooking up some of his famous BBQ for everyone, and Ma was quick to jump on board, offering to make all the sides.
