“Help yourself, darlin’.”
“Where is everyone?”
“Afraid it’s just you, me, and my buddy Jim Beam.”
“Oh.” She drops her sweet ass onto the stool next to mine. “You happen to know where my dad is?”
“Nope.”
“What are you doing here looking like a kicked puppy?” her right shoulder bumps my left as she reaches around me for the liquor bottle.
“Babe, think we both know I’m closer to needing put down than being a pup. Better question is what the fuck are you doing here? It’s Christmas Eve. Shouldn’t you be helping Yara wrangle her hellcats?”
“And miss the chance to have a drink with my favorite drinking buddy?”
I roll my eyes. We both know I’m far from her favorite biker. That idiot fucked up and is spending his days with lefty and righty locked in a steel cage. I watch her swallow a healthy swig of liquor. She sputters and coughs, rubbing a hand over her mouth.
“Easy, killer.”
Her eyes cut to me narrowed into slits with an expression that says, ‘shut the fuck up.’
The radio hums with another winter storm advisory. We get hit with as many inches as they’re calling for neither of us won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.
“You here to ride out the storm?”
“Something like that,” she grumbles and takes a bigger drink.
Shit. She’s running from something. Most likely thoughts of Fisher. Dumb fuck was sentenced a few days before Christmas a few years ago. Probably tainted the holiday for her. Fucking sad. Stupid sack of shit. Freya’s gorgeous and loyal to a fault. To this day she hasn’t looked at another brother or hell any man that I’m aware of. Probably wrote all men off because of that clown. A damn shame. Seems like a real waste of a good woman.
“Why are you here if everyone else is gone?”
I shrug. “Someone had to stick around. Got nothing better to do.”
“Belinda doesn’t mind?”
I chuckle. “Bitch doesn’t care what I do long as I keep my nose out of her business. She’s poolside somewhere with her bestie. They took Bensen on a cruise or some shit. I don’t much give a shit what she does.” What I don’t say is I only married the cunt because I knocked her up. She’s never loved me either. We stuck it out for Bensen. Hell, it didn’t hurt that her father was a judge either. When you lead the life I do, it doesn’t hurt to have friends in high places.
“I suppose that’s a fair trade to put up with you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’ve heard stories about you.”
“Yeah, and what’s that?”
Blush creeps over her cheeks. “They aren’t words I should repeat.”
“Guess you’ve heard I fuck around behind Belinda’s back.”
“It’s none of my business.”
“You brought it up, sweetheart. Yeah, I stick my dick elsewhere. Bitch doesn’t mind as long as she doesn’t see it or hear about it. She knows who she married.”
“And it doesn’t bother you that she’s okay with that? Don’t the two of you….”
“You asking if I fuck my wife?”
Her fingers slide to the label on the liquor bottle, fidgeting with the corners. Peeling them down then smoothing them back. “I’m sorry.” Freya shakes her head slightly, her dark waves cascading down her back bouncing with the movement. “That was highly inappropriate.”