Chapter 4 #2
“Find Allen. He’ll make sure you get what you need.” When the sounds of gunfire got closer, Peter gave me a nudge. “You gotta go now!”
“I’m so sorry, Peter. I’m so, so sorry.”
He gave me a wink as he said, “We’ve all gotta go sometime.”
Without saying anything more, he closed the hidden door, locking me away in the darkness. I crouched down, listening in horror to the screams and gunfire erupting above me, and it was all I could do to keep my sanity. I just wanted it to end. It had to end.
I shot up in my bed, gasping for air as I tried to break free from the nightmare’s grasp.
When my breaths finally slowed, I dropped back on the bed and fought the temptation to cry.
I needed to think of something else—anything else.
It was the only way I could ease the tightness in my chest. I rolled over, clutched my pillow, and cried myself to sleep.
The next morning I woke up feeling a bit out of sorts, so I went to the living room to watch a little TV.
It did little to improve my mood, so I decided to take a shower.
As soon as the warm water hit my skin, I started thinking about Menace.
It was impossible not to imagine what it would be like to shower right along with him.
I leaned forward, letting the hot water cascade down my head as I thought about his hands roaming possessively over my body, his mouth trailing kisses along the curve of my neck, and the bristles of his day-old beard prickling against my skin.
It was a delicious fantasy, but that’s all it was—a fantasy.
I knew nothing could come of Menace and me, but it sure was better than obsessing over my past.
I forced myself out of the shower, dried off, and got dressed.
I needed to get out of the house for a bit, so I decided to go grab some lunch and a coffee before work.
I was still learning my way around Nashville, and the traffic was a nightmare, so I took my time and tried not to get flustered when every red light stopped me.
There was a time when venturing out in an unfamiliar place would have me practically hyperventilating.
I’d spent so many days scared and feeling like my world was coming to an end.
I was tired of looking over my shoulder and of being afraid.
I wanted things to be different, and I truly felt like things were ever since I’d moved to Nashville.
Maybe it was the fact that Peter had sent me here, that he trusted the Ruthless Sinners; with Menace and the other brothers, I didn’t feel as terrified every second of every day.
In fact, I felt a little stronger, a little braver, and I liked the feeling.
I liked it a lot. I held on to that as I pulled into a parking lot next to an adorable little coffee shop.
I got out of my car, rushed up to the door, and the second I opened it, I was hit with the most amazing aroma of freshly brewed coffee.
I was on my way up to the counter when I noticed the waitress, a beautiful brunette with crystal-blue eyes, was talking to a young man sitting at the counter.
He looked to be about fifteen or sixteen, and it was easy to tell by his dark hair and similar olive skin that he was the waitress’s son.
I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but it was impossible not to hear her as she said, “I don’t want to hear it, Corry.
You know how I feel about you hanging out with those boys. ”
“I know, but they’re my friends, Mom. And we’re just going to the game. It’s not a big deal.”
“Maybe not to you, but it’s a big deal to me.” Her tone softened as she whispered, “I trust you, but I can’t say the same for them.”
“You’re really not gonna let me go?”
“No, I’m going to let you go, but I want you to call me and let me know how things are going. And when the game is over, you are to come straight home. No goofing around and doing things you aren’t supposed to.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He got up with a bright smile and rushed to the door. “Thanks, Mom!”
As soon as he was gone, the waitress turned her attention to me. “I’m so sorry about that. I had a little ‘son drama’ that had to be dealt with.”
“No problem. I totally understand.”
“You have kids?”
I sat down on the stool where her son had been sitting and answered, “No, not yet. I’ve been a little preoccupied for that.”
“Well, you’re young. You have plenty of time for kids.” She rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. “Listen to me carrying on and giving advice when it wasn’t asked for. Corry would tell me to zip it up. What can I get you today?”
“I’ll have a chicken salad sandwich with a mocha frap and all the advice you have to offer. I could definitely use some.”
“Oh, really?” She turned and started making my coffee. “Going through a rough spell?”
“Yeah, you could say that.” I gave her a minute to run the blender, then said, “I just started a new job, and I’m afraid I’ve taken on more than I realized.”
“First, congrats on the new job. Where are you working?”
“I’m uh...” I could feel a heated blush creep over my face as I answered, “I’m waitressing at this place called Stilettos. I doubt you’ve heard of it.”
“Oh, I’ve heard it.” A big smile crossed her face. “In fact, I kind of date one of the men who run it.”
“What?” I gasped. “Are you serious? You’re dating a Ruthless Sinner?”
“Mm-hmm. As a matter of fact, I am.” She placed my frap on the counter, then started making my sandwich. “I’m not sure if you’ve had a chance to meet him yet, but his name is Widow.”
“Is he the tall, dark, and brooding one?”
“Oh, yeah.” She giggled. “That’d be him. I’m Frankie, by the way.”
“Hi, Frankie. I’m Aubrey. It’s really great to meet you.” I took a quick sip of my drink, then told her, “I haven’t had much interaction with many of the guys, but from the few times I’ve been around him, he seems like an okay guy.”
“He’s more than okay. He’s great. He’s been a real blessing to me and my boys.
” I couldn’t believe it. I knew I was being a judgmental asshole, but she didn’t seem the type to be involved with a badass biker guy.
She was beautiful, well-spoken, and a mother.
I figured she’d go for the stockbroker-in-khakis-and-button-down-shirt type of guy, but from the way she spoke, she was pretty crazy about the man.
Frankie finished my sandwich, then placed it down on the counter next to my coffee.
“In fact, all the guys have been a blessing. They’ve helped me in ways you couldn’t begin to imagine. ”
“Actually, I think I can. Menace gave me a job when he had no business doing so, and not only that, he set me up in an apartment.”
“I’m not surprised. Menace is a really good guy.”
“Well, I was very surprised and grateful. I wouldn’t have a place to live if it wasn’t for him, and the crazy thing is he didn’t even know me.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I bet he knows more than you think.” Frankie cocked her eyebrow as she said, “From what I’ve picked up on, Menace is pretty savvy with that computer of his. I’m sure he did a little investigating before he hired you.”
“What?”
“Oh, don’t take any offense to it. He has to do it for anyone who works at the club. It’s just a way to make sure they all know who they’re bringing into the fold.”
I suddenly felt like the world had fallen off its axis, and its entire weight had landed right on my chest. I couldn’t breathe, nor could I move.
I sat there in horror thinking about the explosions of gunfire blasting through the diner.
I knew Peter and Sally were going to die, just like my parents and sister had, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to stop it.
I was terrified the same thing would happen again to Menace and everyone at the club.
I’d only known them for a short time but would never forgive myself if something happened to them.
I was on the brink of tears when Frankie reached over and placed her hand on my shoulder. “Hey, are you okay?”