Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 24

Now she was the one grinning devilishly at me. It’s almost like she knew what I had left unspoken. Damn, I think I liked this chick, and not just for her rocking body either.

“You from around here?” I asked as I stuck a fry in my mouth.

She hesitated a moment like she was trying to figure out how to answer the question, that made me curious. I hated being curious.

“I lived here about seven years ago and moved away. Just moved back a few months ago,” she remarked and stared at the french fry she was swirling back and forth in the ketchup on her plate. Then she glanced up at me, “How about you?”

“I've lived here my whole life with the exception of a seven-year stretch.”

“Seven years? Military or prison?” she queried.

I was surprised. Most automatically assume prison first, at least she put the military first.

“What makes you think I was in the military?”

“The way you walk, the way you're constantly observing every situation. You're hyper aware.”

I was surprised she could tell all that about me. Most thought I had learned that in prison. I had tats pretty much over my entire body except from the neck up, and after seeing Viper's tats, was even thinking of having my neck tattooed.

“So, which was it?” she asked again.

“Military.”

“Thought so, let me guess which branch.”

I smiled at her, there was no fucking way she would even get remotely close to what my enlistment was for.

“Navy,” she stated.

I didn't react at all; lucky guess was all it was.

“I'm right, aren't I?” she queried as she stuck a fry in her mouth and chewed. “You were a SEAL.”

Every muscle in my body froze. This chick was more than she appeared to be. Maybe a cop, FBI, ATF, DEA, something.

“Hmm, you haven't said anything. I've freaked you out with my guess. I must have hit it spot on, huh?”

“You a cop of some sort?” I asked harshly.

She laughed. She fucking threw her head back and laughed. She laughed so hard she had to wipe tears out of her eyes. Once she managed to control her laughter, she answered me.

“Fuck no, I'm not any type of cop.” She snickered. “You'd probably shit your pants if you only knew what I was wanting though.”

I stared at her. I fucking knew this chick. Why couldn't I place her?

“Have we met before?”

“Possibly,” she shrugged.

“Possibly?”

She nodded, “Yeah, possibly.”

She looked down into her plate again and pushed another french fry around in the ketchup. She took a deep breath and let it out on a shudder. Then, she looked back up at me.

“I need to ask you something.”

I arched an eyebrow at her.

“Is there someone in your MC who is super tall, huge, bearded and bald headed?”

My fucking insides went solid. Why the fuck was this chick asking about the Prez? I didn't say a word.

“I see I struck a nerve. Well, do me a favor, okay? Tell whoever this guy is that I would like to talk to him. I'm not out to cause any of you any harm. But I really need to talk to him, it's important.” She got up and grabbed her plate and water.

She took a few steps away from the table, then turned back around and looked at me pleadingly, “Please, it's really important to me,” she whispered. Then she turned and walked back behind the bar and started filling orders again.

I slowly got up and made my way back to the table. Every nerve inside me was firing off like crazy. As I sat back down, I glanced back over at Ava. She was looking at me, she wasn't afraid of me at all, which was pretty stupid on her part. I knew ways of disposing a body after I killed a person to where not so much of a smidgen of remains would ever be found. So she was either crazy or desperate.

Now, I just had to figure out which she was. And for the life of me, it was gonna drive me nuts until I figured out where I knew this chick from. And come hell or high water, I was going to find out.

~*~

Ava

I had freaked Blood out. He hardly said a word in the last couple minutes of our conversation. Now I just had to wait. As soon as I asked about my biker hero, I could tell his insides had frozen up. Oh, he had tried to hide his reaction, but I had been looking for it. I just prayed they would give me a chance to explain and ask for the help I was searching for. If not, I was probably a dead man walking, or in my case, woman. I fucking hoped it wouldn't take them long to approach me. I had been waiting for seven years, I could wait longer. But it was closer now, I could feel it.

Where are you, biker hero?

Can you help me?

More importantly, will you help me?

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