Page 23 of The Devil's Revelation
I chuckle. “Goodbye, Zeb.”
“Bye, Izzy.”
We hang up and I set my phone on the counter, feeling loneliness overwhelm me. I’ve been here for almost a month and I still am no closer to making any new friends or having the guys at the shop respect me. Ever since the other night when Sergio realized that I was cleaning the shop, he reamed the guy’s asses out and I never did it again. I leave every day at exactly five.
The guys have been pissed ever since, but for whatever reason, they’ve been leaving me alone other than the odd comment. I don’t know why the change, but I don’t trust it. There’s an undercurrent of something happening there and while the small reprieve has been nice, it’s done nothing to thaw them towards me.
Charlie and Enzo ignore me, Ray only barks orders at me now, and Tony watches me with a glare. I’m just glad it’s Saturday so I can finally relax and not have to worry about seeing them tomorrow. Monday will be soon enough. Hell, I wish Monday was a holiday so I didn’t have to go in, but I’ll suck it up and deal like everything else.
I go over to the fridge and wince when I realize how little I have to choose from. Hmm, looks like I need to go grocery shopping. I glance at the clock, and see it’s late afternoon, so chances are, the grocery store won’t be busy. I grab my wallet and keys and head out to my car.
I found a nice little grocery store not far from the apartment, which means I’ll be back in no time so I can relax with a glass of wine and watch some Netflix. Not like I have grand plans, I think to myself wryly as I pull into the parking lot. The place is pretty empty, like I thought, so I have no problem getting a cart and making my way thru the aisles.
I grab some veggies and fruit dutifully, even though I would much rather just grab frozen pizza and junk food. If I didn’t need to keep myself in decent shape for work, I swear I’d be close to four hundred pounds with the food I like to eat. Moderation has become a curse and a blessing.
I longingly eye the ice cream as I go past, but don’t stop. Damn it.
“Why do I get the feeling you want that ice cream more than you want anything in your cart?” a familiar voice asks me, making me stop and turn my head to look at Torque and another man standing by their own cart, smiling at me. Both are wearing their cuts, and the guy beside him boasts the road name King.
“Probably because you’re right,” I answer with a shrug.
King eyes my cart. “I’d say you have more than enough healthy shit to warrant some ice cream, so get it and don’t look back or think twice.”
I arch a brow at him. “As an ice cream addict, I know I won’t stop at one tub, and I need to keep myself in shape or I’ll have to be rolled out of my place.”
King laughs, grinning at me. He gives Torque a sideways glance. “I see what you mean about her quick wit.”
Torque nods. “This is my brother, King. King, this is Izzy Mills.”
King reaches out to shake my hand. “Just so you know, I’m a lot nicer than this guy.”
I chuckle. “Other than the first time, he’s been nice so far.”
Torque rolls his eyes. “Ignore him. We only let him out of the clubhouse supervised because he can’t be trusted. Hell, his woman made me bring him so he doesn't bring home a bunch of junk and nothing healthy.”
“Says the health freak,” King retorts, but I see the amusement on his face. He glances at me again. “And from the look of you, you’re probably the same.” He shakes his head. “You two need to unclench those cheeks and loosen up a bit. A bag of chips and some soda won’t kill you.”
Torque and I share a smirk. Instead of answering, I ask, “So you’re just out grocery shopping?”
“Gotta get a few things before we head to the bar,” Torque answers. “Club likes to switch things up and hang at the bar we run instead of the clubhouse every so often. The girls are gonna meet us there later after their little pow-wow.”
“The same women you said I should run from?” I ask with a grin.
Torque and King both nod. “Who’s in charge of bail money this time?” King asks Torque.
“I think Dad is,” Torque says after a moment of thought.
I blink at them. “Do I really want to know?”
“As long as you’re not a part of the coven, you’re fine,” King says with a grin. “Fair warning, if they suck you in, our mother and my woman are the ring leaders. So if they suggest something like fighting wild bears or jumping off a bridge, run the other way.”
I just arch a brow and look at Torque who’s nodding his agreement. He eyes my cart and then me. “Are you busy tonight?” he asks me.
I’m surprised at the question and the abrupt change of topic. “Ah, not really,” I answer without thinking. “I was just going to make some dinner and relax with some Netflix or TV tonight.”
“You should come and hang out with us at the bar,” Torque suggests. “Come for drinks and you can meet the girls yourself.”
I hesitate. “I don’t know. I’m not really sure…”
