Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 28
There was a bar at the back, with a jukebox and dance floor on the left side of the room and three pool tables sitting directly across from the jukebox on the right side of the room. Tables and chairs separated the area and were scattered throughout. In the front left corner were couches and chairs placed in front of the biggest TV I had ever seen. As I glanced around, it didn't appear there was anyone else in the area.
“Let's wait at the bar,” he murmured.
I nodded and made my way in that direction. Before I could hop up on a stool, he stopped me.
“Gonna need your gun.”
I glanced at him. I really didn't want to give my guns up, but I knew the likelihood of seeing the President of the MC without being patted down were slim to none. I undid my belt and pulled my holster off of it. I handed him the gun, holster and all, then redid my belt. He looked at me and halfway smiled, I knew he liked my choice of fire power.
“That it?”
I sighed. I leaned down and pulled up my right pants leg. I undid the Velcro and handed him that gun in its holster as well.
“Anything else?”
I shook my head but lifted my shirt and turned around, then I lifted my left pants leg. I looked up at him and he nodded to me.
“Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?”
“You have bottled water?”
“Pred, bring Ava a water.”
I turned and looked down the bar. The man must have come through the entryway to the left side of the bar because he wasn't there when we walked in. He had on a Prospect cut as well. He bent over to what I assumed was a small fridge under the bar, then walked toward me carrying a water. He handed the bottle to me and I reached over and took it from him with a smile.
“Ava,” I said as I held out my right hand.
“Pred,” he replied as he shook my hand.
“Pred? Is it short for something?”
Rebel laughed softly. I glanced over at him to see him smiling at Pred.
“Predator.”
“Ah,” I murmured.
I really didn't need to ask why. He had that look about him. The one that said he would hunt you down and take you out with no questions asked. I found it really odd too because he appeared to be in his early twenties, so did Rebel for that matter. They were both good-looking young men who would be extremely good-looking mature men one day. They both were fairly good-sized. I was a tall woman, but one topped me by at least seven inches and the other was almost a foot taller than I was. One fair haired, the other dark haired. Yeah, they were definitely gonna break some hearts someday, if they weren't already.
I jumped up on a stool and turned it so I could see them both.
“Let me guess,” I said as I studied them. “Army, and you haven't been out long.”
They looked at each other then back at me, both clearly puzzled that I had made an accurate guess.
“How'd you know?” Rebel asked me a little suspiciously. “You a cop?”
I laughed. Apparently, that was the standard question when someone guessed shit about them.
“Nope,” I replied.
“So, how did you know?”
“Former military brat. My dad was a SEAL. And yeah, I know that's two totally different branches, but I've tended bar around a few different bases. I can fairly accurately pick which branch a person served in, I'm rarely wrong on that. It's just something I’ve always been good at. I also can usually tell if you’ve had specialized training. Neither of you specialized. For one, you're both too young. And two, you don't have the edginess of it like Blood does. However, you both have somewhat of a warrior vibe.”
“How old do you think we are?” Pred asked me out of curiosity. I could tell he thought he could guess my age by the expressive smile on his face.
“I would say you are both around twenty-two, possibly twenty-three.”
“Damn, you're good,” Pred said. “I bet I can guess your age as well.”
I smirked at him. There was no way he was even gonna get within a couple years. People rarely did.
“Alright hot shot, let's hear it.”
“You're twenty-four, twenty-five at the most.”
I laughed. It felt good to know others thought I was that young.
“Not even close, Kemosabe,” I said as I continued laughing quietly.
“Bullshit,” Pred threw back.
I just shook my head at him. I looked at Rebel only to see he was studying my face closely.
“What's your guess, Rebel?”
“You can call me, Reb. And I'm gonna say you're twenty-six, possibly twenty-seven.”
I snickered. I couldn't help it. It was a woman thing and it was extremely flattering to a woman to know she didn't look her age.
“You aren't gonna tell us you're older than that,” Reb said.
I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my driver's license and handed it to Reb. He looked at it, looked back at me, looked down at it again. I knew he was doing the math that would tell him I was thirty-three.
“I'll be damned,” he said as he passed my license to Pred.
Pred mimicked Reb. He looked at my license, looked at me and then back down at my license.
“Fuck. You sure don't look your age. You're freaking hot as hell.” Pred said, then promptly blushed as he handed my license back to me.
I laughed again. I couldn't help it. These two guys were making my day. I don't think I've felt this good in a long time. Maybe it's because I'm so close to finding out if my biker hero will help me or not. Fuck, I thought to myself, I was probably celebrating