I sighed and lifted the bottle once again.
The sun hadn’t yet made its presence known as Voodoo sat on his seat and pulled his helmet down. As he buckled the chin strap, Raptor and I pulled our helmets on as well. As the highest ranking, Raptor started his bike first.
“I know you said this was a mission for Madame L, but I have to ask… What exactly are we heading to the lone star state for?” I asked as I pulled on my heated gloves. It was cold as fuck, and I was looking forward to going south for a bit.
His icy-blue eyes glanced at me through his raised visor. “I’m on a witch hunt” was all he said before he ended the conversation by starting his bike.
Mouth hanging open, I glanced at Raptor, who had a similar dumbfounded expression on what I could see of his face through his visor. His surprised gaze met mine, and Voodoo twisted his throttle. “Are you girls going to sit there making goo-goo eyes at each other, or are we getting on the road?” he asked over the roar of his bike.
Jaw cocked to the side within my helmet, I got on my scoot. Raptor and Voodoo pulled out side by side, and I ran slop in the center behind them.
We were miles down the road before the sky began to lighten.
With stops only for gas and food, we were rolling into the Dallas area a little over twelve hours later. By the time we rode into an artsy area full of what reminded me of yuppy-type businesses and parked along the street, my ass was dragging. I glanced around. “What are we doing here?”
Voodoo hung his helmet on his handlebar. At first he didn’t answer me. He was staring at a shop across the road. The sign read Blue Broomsticks Gifts.
My brow cocked and I lit a cigarette as I propped a foot on one of my highway pegs. I figured he’d tell us when he was ready.
“I thought you were quitting?” Raptor asked.
“Yeah, well, I changed my mind,” I grumbled.
It was after six when the lights went out inside. Then a woman with deep red hair came out, locked the door, and dropped the keys in a tote that looked like it was made out of Aladdin’s magic fucking carpet. She wore a long flowy-type skirt that didn’t hide her willowy figure. Her profile was striking, and I wasn’t gonna lie; she was pretty fucking hot. When she walked down the sidewalk, Voodoo reached for his helmet and barked, “Let’s find somewhere to eat and get checked into the hotel.”
“Did you make reservations?” I asked Voodoo.
“No, but I didn’t figure it would be hard to find a place to stay around here.”
“Uhhh, okay. This place looks pretty popular. I think we might want to call around,” I offered as a suggestion, noting all the people wandering up and down the sidewalks on both sides of the road.
“There’s a little motel not far from here. I doubt a place like that is full,” Voodoo rationalized.
Raptor and I gave each other an exasperated look, and I followed when they headed back toward downtown. We stopped at the first little motel Voodoo had googled, only to find it was fully booked. They suggested we go down the road to the next one. I again thought we should call, but Voodoo didn’t waste time and was pulling out of the lot with Raptor at his side.
We parked in front of an older motel on East Eighth Street. It was tiny and boasted about a dozen rooms or so. Blue lights lined the edge of the roof and shone on the brick pillars. It kind of reminded me of some of the older motels in Iowa’s small towns.
“Figure we could get checked in and head over to that little Mexican joint we passed,” he explained as he got off his bike and stretched.
“Sounds good to me.” Raptor nodded.
“I hope they have rooms,” I piped in helpfully, which earned me a glare from my brother.
Voodoo sighed. “Well, let’s go see.”
At the front desk he asked for a double room.
“Uh, I’m not sleeping in a bed with either of you,” I said with a shake of my head. The man at the desk tried to say something, but Voodoo snorted as he crossed his arms.
He shot me a look that said he wanted to bury a boot in my ass, but I belligerently copied his pose. “I’ll get my own room.”
“I’m not paying for two rooms. That’s stupid,” Voodoo muttered with a glare.
I dropped my arms and pulled my wallet out. The chain swung and hit the front desk as I set my wallet on it and handed my card to the guy at the desk. “A king, if you have it,” I requested with a pleasant but slightly false grin.
“All the rooms are king, except for one double. It’s our only family setup,” the guy at the counter said. “You’re actually lucky they’re both available. We had a cancellation.”
Raising a brow and dramatically blinking, I pointedly stared at Voodoo, who flipped me off.