I laughed. “I don’t want to know, and I don’t care.”
Her smile widened. “Who are the others?”
“Scorpions MC. Pres is Acid, I think. Moby used to mention is name. I don’t know the others.”
One of them was tall and sexy, his smile a little too dark and unsettling for me but Sasha liked him right away. They hit it off and before I knew it, she was dating him. His name was Zook and she said he was hot in bed and just the kind of distraction that she needed.
I couldn’t help but think that was a mistake. He had this cold stare that made my skin crawl. Acid was worse. He watched us often when he came in but never said much. He didn’t come up to the bar either. His MC guys always snatched a waitress or walked up to us when they needed another drink.
Almost felt like the bar was being stalked. Acid and the Scorpions usually only showed up when Grim was gone with club business. When Grim showed to pick me up, they were gone. I never thought to mention it to him. Didn’t seem important. I wasn’t in danger. Or so I believed. After all, my dipshit stepbrother was a prospect. Had to mean these guys weren’t the sharpest tools in the shed.
Moby sauntered up to the bar as I wiped the surface clean. His drunken ass could barely stay upright as he swayed on his feet. “Need another beer, honey.”
“Sorry. I have to cut you off.”
He narrowed his eyes. Voice slurring, he tried to sound like a man and failed. “Listen, bitch I need another drink for my pres. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”
Whatever. I poured a fresh beer and handed it over. Moby sloshed half the damn contents as he walked back unsteadily, and I shook my head. Why would anyone think that moron was worth a patch?
I was stocking the bar when I heard Acid’s voice a few minutes later. “Moby give you any trouble?”
Startled, I glanced up and caught his dark blue eyes roaming my body with an unwanted and creepy stare. The same kind of perusal I usually got from Moby, but Acid was far more calculating. “Uh, no more than usual.”
“An honest answer. That’s good, honey. Men don’t like to be lied to.”
Yeah. Alright. “Neither do women,” I pointed out. “But yes, he’s a handful.”
“I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
Uh, thanks? “Okay.” I didn’t want to answer but he wasn’t leaving. In fact, he was smiling like he had a secret and really wanted to share but held back.
“Don’t worry. I’m not cashing in on all the favors I do for you.”
Huh? What in the actual fuck?
I must have looked confused because he didn’t pause but rambled on.
“Been taking care of your dad and his medical bills. Quite a few of them now that he’s older. Moby ain’t doing shit to help him out so I stepped in. Trailer needs a new roof. I’ll take care of it. Maid comes in once a week and cleans for him too.”
Surprised, I didn’t know why he was doing those things or telling me. “I don’t know what to say except thank you.”
“That’s all I want. For now.”
For now? What did that mean?
Acid winked and pushed away from the bar, joining the rest of the Scorpions. As soon as the last customer was gone, I locked up and double checked to make sure. Sasha folded her arms across her chest and blocked my way as I tried to move around her.
“Something happened tonight. Tell me.”
“Acid,” I spat. “He’s been taking care of my dad and Moby hasn’t done shit.”
“Uh oh,” she breathed out.
“Yeah.”
“What does he want from you?”
“Nothing,” I admitted. “Yet. You can be sure he’ll say something once he’s ready.”