Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
“I can do it,” I replied.
“Damn, your balls,” Tex said to me before taking a drink of his beer.
“It’s fine,” I assured him and took my pad and pen out of my apron, then headed to their table.
Bolt glanced up at me as I approached and smiled. “Didn’t expect to see you here, Dolly.”
I shrugged. “Can’t say I was expecting you to walk through that door either,” I replied, making him chuckle.
“Fair enough,” he said.
“What can I get y’all?” I asked him before he started up small talk. That I wasn’t gonna do.
He was still Canyon’s friend, and I hadn’t heard anything from Canyon in a month. Micah had said he’d given The Judgment the one hundred grand he owed them and that I’d have no more problems with him.
“I’ll take a Corona with a bowl of that gumbo,” Bolt told me, then looked over at the other man.
He seemed nervous as his eyes darted around the room. I wasn’t real sure that was a good sign.
“Same,” he replied, finally looking up at me.
I didn’t need to write that down to remember it so I told them I’d get the order in and be right back with their drinks before leaving the table. Heading back to the bar, I put the food order into the computer system, then went to grab their beers.
“You know either one of them, Dolly?” Tex asked me.
I nodded. “Bolt. He’s the one with the shaved head,” I whispered.
As I was turning to leave, I saw Tex on his phone. It was obvious he was texting someone. I just hoped he wasn’t stirring up trouble.
When I placed the beers in front of the men, Bolt looked up at me. “How ya been, Dolly?” he asked.
“Good, thanks. And you?” I replied, trying to be polite.
“All right. Finally got patched in,” he said with a crooked grin.
From listening to biker talk since being with Micah, I knew that meant he wasn’t a prospect anymore. He was a real member of the Crowns. Ringer was a prospect with The Judgment, and he’d explained it to me one day on the way to work.
“Congratulations,” I told him, knowing it was a big deal.
He nodded. “Thanks, Dolly. Miss seeing you around.”
I wasn’t sure what to say to that, and before I could think of anything, the door to the bar opened, and I glanced over to see Micah striding inside with Country behind him. His eyes locked on me, barely giving the men at the table a glance. I could tell from here that he was angry.
“Order should be ready soon,” I told the men and made my way toward Micah.
His heated gaze took in my outfit, and I watched his jaw clench tighter. When he reached me, he grabbed the back of my head and bent down to crush his mouth against mine. This wasn’t what I’d been expecting, and like every time Micah kissed me, I melted against him, seeking more of it.
The kiss was demanding and almost painful. I grabbed on to his vest for balance just as he eased up, and then he gently bit my bottom lip before releasing me.
“You need to change,” he said to me, his expression still as fierce as it had been when he walked in.
“This is the uniform Pepper gave me,” I explained.
He grabbed my chin. “Don’t care, Tink. Go change.”
Seeing as how I had missed him today, which was a given, I didn’t want to argue right now. He had surprised me by coming back early. I was thrilled about that, but he was embarrassing me in front of the entire bar.
“I don’t see what the problem is,” I replied.
His hand gripped my waist tightly. “Go fucking change.”
“Is everything all right, Dolly?” Bolt asked.
The rage lit up Micah’s eyes immediately, and it had me grabbing his arm with both my hands.
“I’ll change. Come with me,” I urged, then glanced at Bolt. “We’re just fine,” I told him with a bright smile.
Micah took a step toward the men, and I held on to him with all my body weight.
“Let’s go, Micah.”
The fury in his expression as he glared at Bolt had me ready to call for Pepper. She had to be back in the kitchen, or she’d have been over here, handling this.
“You don’t fucking speak to Dolly. Don’t breathe in her direction,” Micah snarled.
Bolt smirked. “She’s our waitress. Might be difficult.”
“Not anymore,” Micah snapped and threw his arm over my shoulders, then began walking us toward the back. His entire body was strung tight.
I didn’t say anything until we were inside Pepper’s office with the door closed. But once we no longer had an audience, I spun around and stared up at him.
“Micah, why are you so worked up? Is it that Pepper let Crowns in the door or the fact that I’m wearing what all her waitresses wear?”