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“So, you decided to shoot your movie here?”
“Yeah. I meant what I said about being an extra. I’ll call you when I get back to LA and tell you about the contract, but right now I need to leave. Be a good girl and bring me my check.”
“Here you go,” she said, placing the bill on the table. “You need to pay up front at the cash register. I can’t believe I’m gonna be in a movie. It was nice meeting you. What did you say your name was?”
“Sam Nicholls. It was good to meet you too.” As he watched her walk away, regret wound through him. He’d thought they could have had some fun, but after he saw the way she responded to the bikers, he knew she’d never be able to keep her mouth shut. By the time she said something, Wheelie would think he’d left and that’s when Tucker would strike.
The sooner he got the job done, the faster he blew out of this town and got his money. A few days in Vegas at the blackjack tables, stuffing bills in sexy strippers’ G-strings, and fucking the best-looking whores money could buy was just what he needed before he went back to San Diego.
Tucker walked out of the diner and admired the shiny motorcycles as he slid into the rental car. Maybe he’d steal Wheelie’s bike after he murdered him; he’d always wanted a Harley-Davidson.
With hands gripping the steering wheel, he drove out of the lot and began canvassing the town for a metallic red Harley with a shitload of chrome.
Chapter Twelve
Wheelie jerked hischin when Bones entered the office. The large man plopped on the chair in front of the desk then leaned over and snatched a tissue from a box.
“It’s damn hot out there. I never remember it hitting the high 90s this early. If it’s this bad now, what’s August gonna look like.” Bones wiped his face then tossed the wadded up tissue in the trashcan.
“It’s good for my business. What’ve you been up to?”
“Been hanging with Animal. That dude loves blackjack. We went over to the casinos in Black Hawk for a couple of days. Lost my ass, but picked up a real hottie, so I can’t complain.” Bones looked around the room. “You got anything to drink in here, or do I have to get it at the vending machine out front?”
“There’s beer, water, and pop in the mini fridge,” Wheelie replied, pointing to the back corner of the room. “Grab me a water.”
Bones pushed out of the chair grunting, like he was bench pressing five hundred pounds. “It’s just so fuckin’ hot.” He opened the fridge and threw a bottled water to Wheelie then snagged a can of Coors. He cracked the top, sank back down in the chair, took a long drink then belched. “Fuck, that’s good.”
Wheelie laughed and unscrewed the bottle. “Whatcha got going on today?”
“Not much. I just came back from Tigger’s place. I took his ol’ lady to the grocery store. She hardly had any shit in her fridge.” He took another long drink. “She made me a sandwich when we got back. It was damn good.” Bones shook his head. “I can’t figure out why Tigger treats her like shit all the time. She’s pretty damn nice.” He leaned toward Wheelie. “And fuckin’ hot. She was wearing these shorts that clung to her ass in just the right way. I know I shouldn’t have been looking, but I’m a man and that’s what we do.” Anger bubbled beneath Wheelie’s skin as he stared at Bones. “If Tigger wasn’t a brother, I’d make a play for Sofia. I don’t get how he can fuck the club girls all the time when he’s got a hot woman at home. The dude sometimes spends days at the club. If she were my ol’ lady, I’d be buried in her pussy most of the time.” Bones guffawed then got up and grabbed another beer.
Wheelie wanted to punch Bones in the face for speaking so disrespectfully about Sofia, but he held back, gritting his teeth and stiffening his muscles until they hurt. He didn’t like Bones, or any man, leering at her and fantasizing all sorts of things about her—that was reserved only for him. “You want me to get the guys to shine up your bike?”
Bones crinkled his brow and gave a half shrug. “I guess.”
“I’ll tell Dale.” Wheelie stood up and walked out. He had to stop Bones from talking about Sofia, because if he didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back and likely end up beating the shit out of his brother. Wheelie glanced at the clock on the back wall: 12:15 pm. He rubbed the back of his neck.I thought it was later. Today’s going by so damn slow.Time away from Sofia made the minutes and hours creep by. All he could think about was seeing her again.
The last few days with Sofia had gone by so quickly. He’d never enjoyed a woman’s company as much as he did hers. Wheelie wasn’t the type to spend all his free time with a chick, but with Sofia it was different. She stirred up some deep feelings inside him, and he couldn’t wait for her to leave Tigger and move in with him. Sofia’s soft voice echoed in his head.“I’ll have to get my own place for a while so the club doesn’t think there was anything going on between us.”He licked his lips then ran his index finger over them, picking at a dry patch.She’s so worried about me getting kicked out.If Wheelie was being honest, he worried about it too, but he’d be damned if he’d let Sofia know that. She had enough shit to deal with, and Wheelie knew that even after all she’d been through with Tigger, it still wasn’t going to be easy for her to start a new life.
As if on cue, his phone pinged and Wheelie looked down, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Sofia:It’s too long until I’ll see u!
Wheelie:I hear ya, babe. Heard u went shopping with Bones.
Sofia:U guys r faster than the news wire. Can’t believe it.
Wheelie chuckled and glanced around the room.
Wheelie:After all this time you’re just finding this out?
Sofia:lol. How did u know?
Wheelie:He’s here. Said u make a killer sandwich.
Sofia:I do. Will have to make u one.
Wheelie:Ya. U know, I still have your taste on my tongue.
