Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
My nipples went tight and he gave a low chuckle. Then he dropped his hands, brushing past me without a second glance.
“Sounds good, babe,” he said, stepping into the room. “Shut the door behind you.”
The evening got weird after that.
The Reapers stationed a guy with a “prospect” patch on his vest outside the door, and every time I came back with more booze he would knock on the door, check, and then let me in like a scene out of The Godfather. It would’ve been funny as hell if they hadn’t gotten so quiet every time I walked in. You know, the kind of quiet you get when you’re talking about where to bury bodies. Not that I had any reason to think they had bodies to bury, but…well, there was that whole rumor thing.
Oh, and Shade watched me every second, every time I was in there. Like, watched me. Enough to creep me out. I’d gone to Bone and asked him if I could swap out with Sara now that she was off break.
“Suck it up,” he’d said, crossing his big arms over his chest. “This is your job. Do it. If you’re a good girl, you’ll get a real nice tip at the end of the night.”
“What if I’m not a good girl?” I’d asked, unnerved. “I’ve never actually been very good at being…well, you know. Good.”
Bone grinned at me.
“Then you’ll get an even bigger tip.”
Somehow that didn’t make me feel much better.
“Now go back in there and make sure nobody runs dry. If the Reapers are happy, we’re all happy. That’s the way this thing works. Unless you want to find a new job?”
I shook my head quickly, unnerved.
“No, I need the work,” I assured him.
“What a coincidence, because I need a waitress who follows orders.”
“Stop scaring her,” Sara said, butting in. Bone glared at her and she glared right back, cocking her hip belligerently.
“Fucking women,” he muttered, turning away. Sara laughed, flipping him off behind his back.
“There’s a mirror behind the bar, remember? I saw that,” he muttered. “You’re both fired.”
“You love us and you know it.”
Bone growled something, then reached for a beer glass, deliberately ignoring us.
“He’s right about one thing—you need to get in there and make sure those boys don’t run dry,” Sara said, lowering her voice. “We can’t afford to piss off the Reapers.”
“Yeah, I get it.”
“Then start moving,” she replied, snapping me with the bar towel. It caught me off guard and I laughed, because no matter how scary Shade and his buddies might be, I really liked my job. It certainly wasn’t boring, and that was good, right?
Trevor wasn’t boring either, and look how that turned out. Remember how bad jail food tastes?
Ah, shit. I did remember. It tasted bad. Real bad. I’d just have to stay focused and not let myself get sucked into anything dangerous. Shouldn’t be that hard—it wasn’t like serving drinks was all that complicated. All I needed to do was pay attention and keep my nose clean.
Easy as pie.
Chapter Two
Rebel showed up around eleven, looking a little rough around the edges. He’d gone on an epic drinking binge with his buddies the night before, and while I wasn’t sure how late they’d been out, he hadn’t made it to bed yet when I’d texted him good morning. He was still cute, though, and when he walked in the door and grinned at me with those bright eyes of his, I felt that same happy tingle that’d attracted me to him in the first place. Not quite the same dance my girl parts did when they saw Shade, but it was still good.
Mostly.
Okay, so Rebel was a jerk and a dumbass—oh, and there was the whole potential cheating thing—but somehow he always managed to charm me out of my pants anyway. And it wasn’t like I was looking for someone serious anyway. No more real relationships for me.
Not after the Trevor debacle.
“Hey, baby,” he said, hooking his good arm around my waist, pulling me in for a kiss. Bone leaned forward on the bar, glaring at me pointedly.
Bone didn’t like Rebel.
This was funny because it’d been Rebel who’d helped me get the job here in the first place. Or at least, he’d been the first one to bring me in. I got the job on my own. We’d all been hanging around one afternoon when a group of nearly forty riders showed up out of nowhere. I’d seen the panicked look on Sara’s face—it was just her and Bone in the place—and felt terrible. I’d waited enough tables in my life to know she was fucked without more help.
Then I’d gone to the bathroom and found pee all over the floor.
Bone was slammed at the bar, Sara was running her ass off just trying to get everyone water, and I didn’t feel like wading through piss to get to the toilet, so I’d found a mop in the back and gone for it. Then I’d taken out the garbage (because it was disgusting) and things kept going from there.