She shook her head. “You guys don’t know poverty the way it is in other places.”
“So, why would she get off her throne and come here to sniff you out?” Demon frowned.
“I don’t know.”
“Maybe you better figure it out.”
“I don’t talk to anyone from back home. I cut all ties, changed my identity, and laid low.”
“Then how did you know about her coming over?”
“I keep my ears and eyes open. I just do it on the down low.”
“You’re housing a lot of secrets. Careful they don’t all spill out and get you fucked up.”
“I have always done what I needed to. That won’t stop.”
“I’m not doubting your ability to survive. I just wonder what’s going to be left of the woman I knew if you keep going like this. You’ve lost weight and you’re off kilter.”
“Fuck you, Demon.”
“What? You expected me to sugarcoat shit? Candy ain’t my specialty.” He shook his head.
“Get your shit right, G.”
“My shit is just fine.”
“Keep telling yourself that. Maybe you’ll start to believe it. I’m out. If something changes, you need to alert me immediately.”
“I know the drill.”
He nodded and left, slamming the door behind him.
She ground her teeth and flung out her arm, sending picture frames and trinkets on her desk sailing. They hit the floor with a satisfying series of thuds. Had this been a game of cat and mouse? Had Mylandra always known where she was? It’d be just like her to come in and try to strong arm her way into Taffy and takeover. The sick shit she’d have happening between these walls made up the nightmares that woke her in the dead of the night. She wasn’t sleeping
because she was too busy remembering. Her hands trembled. The devil was breathing down her neck. Like sands in an hourglass, her time was running down. When the last grain fell, she needed to be prepared for the battle that lay ahead. If she was coming all this way, she wasn’t coming alone.
The lid was coming off the jar she’d crammed her past in.
CHAPTER TWO
“I’m putting you on call for a situation that might pop up,” Demon said.
Lefty gazed up from the beer he was nursing and tapped the brunette’s hips. “Time to go,
Brownie.” The biker bunny slid off his lap without complaint and he turned his body to face Demon on the stool. “What’s going on
, brother? Blowback from the Vipers?” His shoulders
tensed.
“No, nothing that serious.” Demon shook his head. “This is about your girl, Gia.”
Lefty snorted. “She made it clear she’s not mine.”
“And you’re taking that shit as an answer?”
Lefty laughed. “Fuck no, just regrouping. If I didn’t know she wanted it as bad as I do, I’d bounce. But she looked at me with those bewitching eyes, practically begging me to ignore the words coming out of her mouth.”