Chapter 2
Chapter
Two
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“ F uck!” I groan, rolling over on to my side. Squeezing my eyes shut, I hope it will make the room stop spinning. There’s nothing worse than waking up hungover and still a little drunk at the same time. You would think at thirty-five years old I would have learned by now.
Blindly grabbing my phone off the nightstand, I squint to read the time.
1:05 p.m.
Evan wasn’t lying. These blackout curtains don’t fucking mess around.
She told me she was sick of hearing me pace back and forth at night when she and Prez stay here.
I’ve suffered from insomnia for as long as I can remember.
It’s a bad childhood habit I haven’t been able to kick.
I’ll never admit it out loud because that would make me look like a giant fucking pussy, but that nagging feeling to stay awake to make sure nothing bad has happened never really goes away.
Now I just channel it into art for my clients.
Which is where my ass should already be. I can practically hear Gage, the other tattoo artist at the shop, giving me shit for being late .
Again.
Once I’m showered and dressed, I head downstairs into the kitchen of the clubhouse, praying to god Hash’s fat ass left me something to eat.
“Save any for me, darlin’?” I ask Evan, who currently has her back to me as she’s putting leftovers into containers.
“I just made Cain and I a sandwich. Want one?” She looks over her shoulder, wincing as she fully takes me in. “Rough morning?”
That’s when you know you really look like fuckin’ shit.
“Drank too much and stayed up too late. I’ll make my own sandwich. No need to do it for me, darlin’.” I wink as she steps aside. “Where’s Prez?”
She smiles slightly at the mention of him. “He’s letting Hades out. You guys were really quiet last night. Usually, I’m two seconds away from telling you all to shut the fuck up.”
Evan is Cain, my president’s old lady. She ran into some trouble a while back when she was helping the club out, and those two haven’t left each other’s side since.
They actually live in Evan’s house right next door, but occasionally still stay the night in Cain’s room here. Switch of scenery, I guess.
“We didn’t party last night.” I shake my head. “I was busy kickin’ ass online.”
“I hope you didn’t tell a teenager again that you were going to fuck their mom.”
Someone needs to toughen up the younger generation.
“If that fuckin’ punk wouldn’t have started it, I wouldn’t have had to end it. It doesn’t matter what age you are. If you have the balls to talk shit, you better be able to take it.”
“It’s still a child.” Evan laughs as she rolls her eyes.
“Doesn’t matter how old you are. Better to get your shit rocked online than in person.” I shrug.
Evan shakes her head. “You all are hopeless. How did the interview go? ”
I pause with my sandwich one inch from my mouth. “What interview?”
Evan’s brow scrunches slightly. “I thought you said you had an interview to fill… fuck. I can’t remember her name. The front desk girl who asked Cain to whip his dick out at the bonfire for Scotch’s birthday. That bitch is fucking lucky I wasn’t standing right there when it happened.”
Oh shit.
“I’m getting the vibe that you forgot.” Evan crosses her arms. “Please don’t tell me you left that poor girl waiting outside of a locked-up shop in the middle of Ravenna Heights.”
“She wouldn’t have been locked out because Gage opened today. I did forget, though.” I shrug sheepishly.
I really need to start writing stuff down.