Page 3 of Truth Forever
“Nice.” I licked at my lips as I leant down to stare at the cursive script there.
Forever.
“The tat or my ass?”
Behind me, Gent laughed.
Smirking I pulled myself up to my own height. “Both,” I added truthfully. I wasn’t about to lie. I didn’t lie. That’s why they called me Truth. Because I always told it.
It was a fucking curse.
I expected her to be offended. This gorgeous creature with her bright purple-pink hair and perfect butt.
But she just laughed, throwing her head back, so all that hair fell down her back. “Good to know. Thanks, Gent.” Quickly she zipped herself back up. Dismissing me without a second look.
Was she seriously just going to walk away? I didn’t even know her damn name. I desperately wanted to know her name.
If I could get her to talk to me, I was pretty sure I could get her out of those jeans again. And I really, really wanted to get her out of those jeans. The sooner, the better.
“Glad you like it…”
I cut him off, my hand reaching to close around her wrist. “I’m Truth.” Giving her my most winning smile, the one that made my dimple pop and sent woman wild, I waited for her to give me her name.
“And I’m not interested.” With a laugh and a flick of her hair, she sauntered out. I watched her ass as she did, and then my laughter joined hers.
It had been a long time since I had been turned down. A very long time. It kind of made me more interested now.
Chapter Two
Cali
Drumming my fingers on the worn wood of the table by the corner, I let my eyes scan the bar around me. My eyelashes fluttering against my cheeks.
The room was almost full. But then that was to be expected on a Friday night. There couldn’t be many places to party in a town like this. Maybe one or two bars at a push. And it seemed like Cooks was the place to be if you were a leather wearing biker or the women that gravitated towards them.
I was neither, but I had to admit I liked the atmosphere. I enjoyed watching people I had since I was a child, and there were plenty of people to watch here. Each one of them with their own hidden story for me to untangle. I liked the mystery of it all.
I had always been good at reading people ever since I was a child. It was something I prided myself on.
Again I drummed my fingers on the wood just inches from my beer.
He was late.
Glancing at my watch, I frowned. He wasn’t just late, he was really really late. Over an hour to be exact.
Dammit.
I had to keep my head about me though, I couldn’t let myself panic. Sure I had travelled hundreds of miles to meet him, and I was in a bar full of bikers in a deadbeat town I didn’t know. But that was no reason to panic.
This was why I was here, after all.
To rough it a little.
To have an adventure and see how these people lived.
The tattoo had just been the beginning of my adventures. A whim, but I had to admit it was perfect. For my first tattoo, I couldn’t ask for better. But I had been looking forward to showing it off.
“Excuse me?” Reaching out, I let my hand close around the wrist of a passing waitress. Any normal person would have shaken me off. I was a stranger grabbing at her after all. But all she did was turn her black rimmed eyes at me. A smile plastered firmly on her face. This was a woman who was used to being grabbed.
