Page 33 of Paco
She turned to him, her cheeks rosy, eyes sparkling, and a wide smile on her face. “I haven’t slept so well in years. It’s amazing how wonderful it feels.”
He laughed. She seemed so innocent on one hand, but on the other, she seemed so worldly. He suspected she’d lived and seen more of the seedier part of life than most of the women he knew. “So what’re your plans?”
All at once, her face blanched, and he was sorry he’d asked the question. Raising her shoulder up and down, she shook her head. “I don’t know. I didn’t really think anything through.”
“You got any money?”
She shifted her gaze from him to the corner of the room, then shook her head.
His gut told him she was lying, but he figured she couldn’t have too much money since she had a pimp and they weren’t known for being generous. “You can stay here for a few days until you figure it out.”
She moved her gaze back to him. “Are you sure? I mean, aren’t there other people living here, like your roommates?”
He chuckled. “The other guys will be cool with it. They aren’t exactly my roommates, but for citizens it may seem like that.”
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about. Who are citizens?”
“You and anyone else who isn’t a biker. Anyway, don’t worry about the guys. Get ready and come down when you’re done. I’m gonna talk to some of my brothers and get something to eat. Smells like Lena’s making bacon and pancakes. She always makes breakfast burritos too, so you’ll have a choice.”
“Who’s Lena?”
“Our kickass cook. She makes the best food.”
“You have a cook? Wow.”
“It’s not what you’re thinking. Come down when you’re ready to have some chow.” He dropped his towel and slipped on a pair of jeans over his boxers. Taking out a clean T-shirt, he tugged it over his head. He felt her eyes on him as he dressed, and it turned him on. Pulling his boots on, he glanced up at her. And just as he thought, she was looking at him; she met his gaze. A flirty smile danced on her lips. He winked at her and walked out. His dick was pissed as hell at him, but he’d told himself he wouldn’t get involved with her. He couldn’t afford to.
As he walked down the hall, he remembered his wallet. He had a wad of cash in it, and even though he didn’t want to think he couldn’t trust her, he wasn’t stupid. She was broke, and her job was hustling guys. Turning back, he went to his room and opened it. Misty stood by the bed, naked. Her back was facing him, and the angry red streaks marking her body took him aback.Fuck. Her pimp did a number on her.
As if sensing he was in the room, she spun around, grabbed the T-shirt on the bed, and held it in front of her. “You startled me. I thought you left.”
“I forgot something. Who the fuck hurt you?”
“No one. I mean, it wasn’t punishment. It was a paid job.”
“Did you want to do it?”
“I just told you I got paid.”
“That doesn’t answer my question. Is that what you wanted to do?”
“The money was good. I’m going to take a shower now. I’ll meet you downstairs.”
“Is that why you ran away?”
“No.” She walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
Paco scrubbed his face. He was going to find out what the fuck was going on with her. Opening the dresser drawer, he grabbed his wallet, tucked it into the inner pocket of his cut, and walked out of the room.
“I thought I saw your bike in the lot. What the hell are you doing back so early?” Shotgun asked as Paco entered the main room.
“I didn’t like the club being without a prez or VP for the whole weekend.” He pulled out a chair and plopped down.
“How’d it go over there?” Skull picked up a strip of bacon.
“We got trouble with the assholes. The Fallen Slayers aren’t really getting how serious it is. Los Malos is all over this. The West Avenue assholes think they’re still in charge in Silverado. Steel’s gonna call an emergency church when they all come back.”
“How was the strip club? Army texted me some pics. It looked like something you’d see in Denver,” Skull said.
