Page 79 of Chains
“Where does this chick live?” Rage began to engulf him, and he bit the inside of his cheek hard, the taste of blood calming him.
“I don’t know her exact address. Somewhere in the southeast side of the town. I think the name of her complex is Windbreaker. I’m sorry I can’t help you. Do you want me to tell Bret to call you if I talk to him?”
“No, and don’t say a fuckin’ thing aboutthis’cause I’ll be real pissed if you do.” He cocked his head and glared at Matt. “And you don’t wanna see me pissed.”
“I definitely won’t say anything to him.”
“Hey, baby, who’s your friend?” the blonde said as she opened the door.
“Tell your bitch to get back inside,” Chains gritted.
“Go back in.Now.” Panic punctuated Matt’s words. “I’ll be in real soon. Fix yourself another drink.”
“But who’s your friend?” She hiccupped then giggled.
“Please, Chloe, go inside.” Matt pushed her back, then grabbed the handle and slid the door closed.
“What’s Bret’s sweet piece’s last name?” Chains asked.
Confusion raced across his face. “You mean his girlfriend?”
“Yeah—his slut.”
“Uh… Shit… I can’t remember.” Matt tapped his chin over and over. “I know it, but I don’t remember it now.”
“I’ve got time to wait.”
“It’s… uh… let me see. I know it’ll come to me.”
The strong scent of burning meat filled the small space. Matt glanced behind his shoulder, then cleared his throat.
“Do you mind if I take the steaks off the grill?”
Chains gave him a chin lift.
As Matt put the black meat on a platter, he shouted out, “Singer! That’s the last name,” and let out a nervous laugh. “I knew it would come to me.”
Without a word, Chains turned around and walked away. He hoped Matt wouldn’t do anything stupid, like call Bret, because he really didn’t want to hurt the guy. If Bret’s friend squealed, Chains would have no choice but to teach him a hard and painful lesson: when a person messed with an outlaw, he incurred his wrath.
While straddling his bike, Chains called Crow and asked him to try and find out where a Teresa Singer lived. Besides him, Crow was the other member who was good with computer intel, and the two of them often worked together on club business.
As Chains was ready to start the engine, his phone pinged, and the corner of his mouth tugged up when he saw Autumn’s name on the screen.
“Hey, baby,” he said.
“Hi.” The melody of her voice washed over him.
“What’s up?”
“Nothing.”
“You missing me?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Are you coming over later?”
In three hours, the drug deal was going down. “I don’t know what time I’ll be done. It may be real late.”
“That’s okay.”
