Page 10 of Paco
“Hey, bro, how’s it going?” Sangre asked as he approached Paco.
“Good. The store’s been busy, which is good.”
“I heard you got caught in that crazy storm that blew into Utah over the weekend. It fuckin’ sucks to be on a bike in a downpour.”
“Yeah, but I was able to pull off pretty soon after it started.” He picked up his beer and brought it to his lips.If it wasn’t for the rain, I wouldn’t have met Misty. Shit, I’ve got to stop thinking about her.But he couldn’t help it. She’d been on his mind since the morning he’d left. There was such sadness in her eyes, but also a solid determination; he couldn’t help but want to know her backstory.How the hell did she get mixed up with a pimp?That question had been on his mind for the last few days.How did she end up in a truck stop selling her body?
“You listening, man?” Sangre’s loud voice in his ear made Misty’s face fade away.
“What did you say?”
“I asked if you’re going to the rally in Utah this weekend.”
“Army just told me about it. I’m in. You?”
“I got too much shit to do at the grow store.”
“Hey, baby. You want some company?” Lucy ran her nails up and down his forearm. He shook his head and the club girl’s face fell. “What’s wrong?”
“I have some things on my mind, that’s all.”
Leaning in close, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I can make sure you forget, even if it’s just for a little bit.” She licked his earlobe.
His dick twitched, but he pulled away. “Just not feeling it tonight, Lucy. Another time.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” She kissed his cheek and walked over to Eagle, who was chatting with Brick and Diablo.
“Why the hell didn’t you go for Lucy? She’s been wanting to jump you since you got back. You know you’re her favorite.” Sangre turned around and gestured to Rusty. “Two more here.”
Paco rested his elbows on top of the bar. “Lucy will be available whenever I want.” He picked up the whiskey the prospect put in front of him. “Two new guys want to prospect for the club.”
“Are they the ones who’ve been hanging around for the last six months?”
Paco nodded. “Tattoo Mike and Rooster recommended them. They said they’ve known the guys for years and they’re solid. Chains did backgrounds on them and they look good.”
“Cool. We need a few more members, especially with all the shit these punk gangs are trying to pull. Do you know if Steel is letting Patches and Rusty patch in?”
“We’ve talked about it. It’ll probably happen at the summer rally.”
“So you gonna party tonight or just drink and check out the women?” Sangre turned around and leaned against the bar.
Following suit, Paco’s gaze landed on a small woman with long black hair. Sucking in his breath, excitement rushed through his veins.It’s Misty. What the fuck is she doing here?Staring fixedly at her, he picked up his drink and took a big gulp.Think, man. There’s no way it’s her. She lives over a hundred miles away.
Even though he knew it wasn’t her, adrenaline shot through him in anticipation of seeing her amazing eyes again. Then, as if sensing she was being watched, she slowly turned around, and the adrenaline drained out of him.It’s not her.The woman walked toward him, and he clasped Sangre’s shoulder.
“Later, bro.” He pushed away from the bar.
“Hey,” a throaty voice said behind him.
He turned around and saw the woman he’d thought was Misty. “Not interested,” he said, taking a few steps away from her.
Her lips turned downward. “You don’t remember me, do you?”
Slowly shaking his head, he searched her face. “No. I don’t.”
“It was a few months ago. My hair was lighter. Remember… Charlotte?”
He racked his brain but nothing came up. “Maybe you’re mistaking me for one of the other brothers.”
