Sometimes the talent can be agonizingly annoying, but since the three of us are working the front entrance it hasn’t been too bad. The worst thing that’s happened so far has probably been the three women who got themselves in a fight over who was in line first. The line didn’t officially start until seven and we told those ladies that. In this venue they don’t have seats since it’s standing room only, so Reno told the ladies none of them were in line first, it was the woman behind them.
I know he was trying to diffuse the issue but it only caused more problems, problems we didn’t fucking need either. Now it’s a bit past eleven and we’re making sure everyone gets out of the club safely. For six hours, we each are bringing home about six-hundred bucks, so I’m not complaining. My money will end up going straight to Beretta for the intel she gives me about the cult, but it’s money well spent. I’m sure I’ll be with Peyton soon. At least it’s the only thing keeping me going. Even at the beginning of it all, I always told myself we’d be together again, and we’re so close to it now.
“You still in a mood or what?” Muffler asks, cocking a brow while we walk to the parking garage where he, Reno, and I parked our bikes.
“I’m only in a mood because you’re a rude asshole most of the time,” I snap, causing Reno to let out a laugh. Muffler immediately looks over to him and gives Reno a glare.
Reno shrugs his shoulders. “What do you expect me to say? You’re kind of a dick.”
Muffler rolls his eyes as he pulls out the keys to his Sport Glide Harley and gets on. Meanwhile, Reno and I both ride standard Softtails. I put my keys into my bike and start it up, and while Reno and I are putting our helmets on Muffler leaves us in his dust.
“God, he’s such a dick,” I holler over to Reno who simply shakes his head. At this point we’re all used to Muffler’s attitude, but some days it’s too much to fuckin’ deal with. I lead the way out of the garage and he follows suit. Within about thirty minutes we’re back at the clubhouse and we’re pulling our bikes into the garage bay. While it was nice to feel the wind on my face, I’m glad to be back here, back at home.
“Want a drink? I sure as hell need one,” Reno suggests and I give him a curt nod. The second he opens the door to where we have the bar, I realize what day it is. The one day every month where couples in the club change shit up. I know for a fact Chuckles and Gold bring in Devi certain nights of the week, but tonight Gold is hanging around Muffler and Chuckles is with Nikki.
Reno glances at me for a split second and gazes toward the bar. “You still want that drink?” For some reason, I know he’s asking me for more than a drink right now. Call it a woman’s intuition, call it more than that . . . but, I swallow hard and nod, following closely behind him.
Ricochet kissed me earlier today but fucking up the friendship between us isn’t something I want to do. I want to keep things where they are, good and dandy. I don’t want drama. I don’t want to lose him because he’s too important to me if shit goes sideways. Sure, it’s good for me to have a small crush on him, but I can’t act on it. I can’t move forward with him. There’s too much at risk.
“Hey, guys, how was the event?” Faith asks. Her hair’s tied up in one of those styles that makes you think she’s walked out of the ‘50s. It looks good on her though, with her almost white-blonde hair and her thick eyeliner. She’s the classic type of southern belle, I think.
“Not bad, a few stupid little fights but nothing we can’t handle,” I answer, taking a seat at the bar. Reno leans up beside me and I feel his stare on me. It’s heavy, intense, almost like if you’re walking alone in the woods and you know an animal’s out there watching you.
“What’re you feelin’ tonight?” Faith asks the two of us.
I look straight at her. “Tequila on the rocks for me.”
Faith nods and directs her attention over to Reno, waiting for his response.
“I’m lookin’ right at it,” he growls out in a husky voice.
Faith fights back a smile and heat flushes into my cheeks. I inhale deeply through my nose as uncertainty floods through my chest. I don’t mind Reno flirting, staking his claim . . . then again, I do. I want to be flirted with, but I don’t know that I want him to be the man doing it.
Faith clears her throat and proceeds to get a glass for me, tosses some ice in, and gives me a bit of tequila. Thank god she didn’t give it to me in a shot glass, but in one of the glasses some of the guys drink whiskey out of. She even gave Reno the same drink as me, since he obviously didn’t tell her what he wanted, besides . . . well, ya know.
My stomach flops around in nervousness while Reno’s deep copper-colored eyes stare directly into mine. I take a swig back of my drink and let the liquor burn my stomach. In the background I hear Gold giggling and Muffler walks right past me with her hand in his, smiling
