Chapter 30 #2
“Hey Toot, Mac.” She leans down and kisses Mac’s cheek, making me growl. Mac huffs out a laugh as Toot scoots in so Legs can sit next to him.
I glare at him and walk her over to the other side of the table so she can sit by Mac, who I know will not try anything. Then I drag a chair from one of the empty tables and sit at the end of the table so my knee touches Legs’s thigh.
“You know you could just pee on her,” Toot points out.
“I could just shoot you.”
“Boys, can I please get a burger before you two make things bloody?” Legs sighs as if she’s dealing with children.
“Anything for the lady.” Toot winks. He keeps his face intact, mostly because the waitress walks over and steps between us to take our orders.
Toot and Mac, having already eaten, order a slice of pie each, while Legs and I both order fully-loaded burgers. While we wait for them to cook, we shoot the shit, and I can feel Legs start to relax until Toot eyes her.
“So…” he begins, making Legs frown.
“So?”
“You forget about us? You don’t call. You don’t visit.”
I fist my hands at my side, ready to knock this fucker out if I have to. Brother or not, I don’t give a fuck.
“Last time I checked, phones worked both ways. You knew what Midas did to me. You knew how much it would gut me, but I don’t remember you checking up on me.
You sure as hell never popped around for a coffee or to shoot the shit.
I get it. He’s your brother, and I’m just a former club girl.
But I had thought for a little while we were friends, too. ”
Silence blankets the table until Toot curses. “Shit. I didn’t think. You’re right. That was a dickish thing to do, and it was a dickish thing for me to say. I’m just a giant dick all over.”
Legs sighs. “I’m not mad, Toot. Like I said, I get it. I don’t like you pointing fingers at me like I should have done more when I’ve been doing everything I can to stay afloat.”
“No, you’re right,” Toot grumbles.
“And like he pointed out, he’s a giant dick,” Mac adds as the waitress returns with first the pie and then the burgers.
The conversation dies down while we eat, but once it resumes, Toot keeps things light and insists on paying once we’re ready to leave.
When Legs stands up, Toot walks over to her and pulls her into his arms. “Forgive me?”
“There’s nothing to forgive,” she murmurs into his chest before pulling back.
“We’ll just agree to disagree on that. But I promise, if this guy fucks up again, I’ll take custody of you and kick Midas to the curb.”
“And that’s our cue to leave,” Mac sighs, dragging his brother away from us before I punch him.
“It’s really good to see you again, sweetheart. Come by the clubhouse for a visit. I know we’re not the only ones who’ve missed you,” Mac tells Legs, who smiles but doesn’t commit to anything.
We wait for them to leave before I throw a tip on the table with the rest of the cash.
“The waitress deserves extra for having to put up with him.”
When we get back, there are a couple of customers waiting, so I walk Legs upstairs and head back down to help Powers.
It takes us both an hour to deal with everyone, and by the time they’re done, I’m itching to get back upstairs to Legs.
Having her out of my sight makes my palms itch.
Even though I know she’ll stay until the threat of danger is over, I can’t help but feel like something or someone is going to come along and snatch her away.
“Jesus, it feels like everyone is trying to pawn their shit right now,” Powers complains, cracking his neck.
I toss him a Coke from the drinks fridge and take one for myself before answering. “Times are hard. People do what they have to, to survive.”
Powers nods before taking a large sip of his drink.
“Anyone come in asking for Legs?”
“Today, no. But I’ve had a few people ask me before. I never mentioned it because you never asked me about it.”
“No, people used to ask all the time. She was always better with customers than I was. Probably because she likes people more than I do.”
He grins. “Probably.”
“She also has more patience than me. It just occurred to me, though, that this asshole might have come in asking after her.”
His face turns serious. “You keep the security footage from the cameras?”
“For around six months or so yeah.”
“I can go through it.”
“There’s no sound. You wouldn’t know who was asking for her, but it might not hurt to take a look. That’s gonna be a shit job though.”
He points to his prospect patch. “It comes with the gig, right? Besides, it’s better than cleaning toilets. Is there any way you can get G to send it to my iPad? That way, I can watch the footage on the shop floor when it’s quiet.”
“Leave it with me, and I’ll see what I can do.”
He nods and finishes his Coke, crushing the can in his hand.
“Go take a break and get something to eat. I’ll watch the shop. I’m gonna need you to ride back over to the clubhouse later with Amity, Lil, and Nevaeh.”
“No problem, Midas.” He tosses his empty can in the trash before heading out. I drop down in one of the chairs and guzzle down the rest of my drink. When the door opens, the women walk in.
“Hey, Midas.” Lil greets me first, walking over with a smile on her face.
“Hey, Lil. How you doing?”
“Good. It’s nice to have a day off, though. I won’t lie.”
“You know volunteering is noble and shit, but you’re no good to anyone if you burn yourself out.”
“I know.” She sighs. “It also doesn’t pay the bills, so I’m going to drop down my hours. I just wanted to help get them set up and running.”
I give her a quick hug, letting her know I understand, before she strolls past me and Amity steps up.
“Legs okay?”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen Amity look nervous before. The woman dangled off a cliff with a broken arm and still managed to look calm and put together.
“She’s fine. I took her shopping this morning because all her shit got ruined, so she might get tired—”
“What do you mean her shit got ruined?” Nevaeh frowns from behind her.
“How about I let Legs fill in the blanks for you both? Go on up. Tell Legs I’ll be up soon.”
“You got it,” Amity says, walking ahead.
Neveah glares down at me in that special way only a woman a foot and a half shorter than me can pull off. “If you hurt her—”
I hold up my hands in capitulation. “I’ll cut out my own heart and gift it to her before I ever hurt her like that again.”
“Okay, well that is both overly dramatic and gross, but I’ll take it.” Then she does this weird finger thing, pointing first at her eyes, then mine, to let me know she’s watching.
I might be a patched member of a formidable MC, but I know better than to cross an angry fairy. Her lack of height just makes her closer to hell. Something tells me she’s the kind of woman who would sip tea with the devil and plot my demise with a smile on her face if I go back on my word now.