“My club’s always looking for good men who know how to handle themselves,” I said. “Can you ride?”
“Can you speak Latin?”
I laughed, surprised by his response. “Um, no.”
“Good. Now we both know something about each other that one of us can’t do.” He grinned. “How about we go get some of that pie?”
“Don’t need to ask me twice,” I retorted, following him back into the diner, making sure the back door was locked behind us.
Scooby
Two days later, Rowan closed up for the night, and I reluctantly left my recruit with her, heading back to the cabin.
The second I walked through the door, a dervish of hippie whirled toward me, her face contorted in both irritation and relief. “There you are! I texted you, like, a gagillion times.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Which is why I’m here.”
Sierra wrapped her mood ring filled fingers (she had three on her left hand and two on her right to ‘balance her chakras’ or some such shit) around my wrist and tugged. “Follow me.”
“Slow up, sweetheart, I was kinda hopin’ to grab a beer.”
“You can drink later,” she hissed. “I found the money.”
I stopped short, pulling her with me. “Come again?”
Sierra wasn’t actually Sierra. She was Anjanette, or ‘Jette,’ as most people called her. She was Rabbit’s foster sister, a brother in the Dogs of Fire Savannah, and they were closer than blood. When Sierra was being hunted by the FBI, she had been a material witness in a case that would get her dead if she was found, she’d taken shelter with the Howlers’ when Wrath had decided she was his. The problem was, the FBI had found her anyway, and she’d decided she didn’t want Wrath back. I wasn’t convinced she didn’t, but that was a story for another day.
She was considered one of the top hackers in the world. She might look like Stevie Nicks, but don’t let her ‘love, peace, and light’ appearance fool you. She could bring your whole world crashing down with one keystroke. She was now a permanent fixture at the club with a room of her own for as long as she chose to stay.
“Come on,” she ordered, pulling on my arm. “Come and see what I found.”
“Jesus, Wrath hasn’t managed to make you less bossy, huh?” I teased.
She narrowed her eyes, her face mottling red briefly before she removed her hand from my wrist and pushed her curly blonde hair out of her face.
Oh, shit, wrong thing to say.
She said nothing.
Just turned on her heel and walked down the hall toward the stairs… away from me.
“Fuck,” I breathed out. “Wait. Sierra!”
She ignored me.
I waited for a few beats, then followed. But as I crested the stairs and turned the corner to head toward her room, I found a fist in my face and my ass suddenly on the floor.
“What thefuckdid you say to her?” Wrath bellowed.
I wasn’t on my ass for long and considering the fact I had four inches and twenty pounds on him, Wrath was the one on the ground next. “You come at me like that again, brother, you’re gonna have to figure out how to ride with my boot up your ass.”
“Piss off my woman again, and you’ll lose a lot more than a boot.”
He crossed his arms, staring me down. “I’m gonna ask one more time. What the fuck did you say to her? I don’t fuckin’ like it when my woman’s cryin’.”
“She’s cryin’?” I asked.
“Yeah, asshole, she is.”