Page 68 of Break Out

“He didn’t ask me, since this is the first I’m hearing of it,” I said.

Scar narrowed his eyes. “Your club runs the titty bar in Augusta. He left word there.”

I shrugged a shoulder. “I’m busy.”

Scar glanced around the aisle as though he’d never been in a grocery store. “Sure, so busy you can wander around a fuckin’ grocery store.”

“Why did you follow me here? Why not talk to my VP?”

Pump’s blue eyes slid to me. “Don’t think we didn’t. He’s gettin’ a message right now.”

Scar nodded. “Same one you’re gonna get.”

Three things happened at once. Scar made to shove the cart into me and Simone, but she’d already jerked the cart back. Pump reached for a gun, but didn’t pull it free before Simone’s voice cut through the air.

“Freeze right there, asshole,” she had taken a gun out of her purse —which sat inside the top of the cart— and had the gun aimed at Pump. “I will shoot your balls off.”

Surprise suffused both men’s faces.

“Jade,” I said in a warning tone. “Put the weapon away.”

“I will, when they calmly walk away.”

The way Scar stared at her, like he was cataloging everything about her, I wanted to carve his eyes out.

“Jade’s a pretty name,” Pump said. “And it’s easy to remember.”

Her head cocked an inch to the side and I knew she had a smart retort.

“Keep quiet,” I ordered.

A woman pushing a jumbo-sized cart with room for two kids entered the opposite end of the aisle. Scar glanced over his shoulder and I saw why he likely had his road name. A thick scar lined his neck and I wondered how he’d survived such a vicious cut.

He turned back to us. “We’ll leave, but your time is up, Steel. We’re taking over whether you like it or not.”

A lecherous smile twisted Pump’s lips. “And we might take more than just your territory.”

Scar turned on his heel and Pump trudged after him.

In a very low voice, I said, “Uncock that piece and put it the fuck away, woman.”

She did as I asked, then glared up at me. “Why are you pissed at me? I kept those assholes from getting the jump on you.”

I widened my eyes. “I told you to let me handle this shit.”

She shook her head. “Thanks to the fabulous nickname you gave me, they don’t even know who I am.”

I scoffed. “They know who you are now. Grab your purse, we gotta ditch the fucking food or they’ll follow us to your place.”

She dipped her chin and smirked. “Honey, not to be cocky, but I can lead those morons on one helluva wild goose chase on the way home.”

I tore a hand through my hair. “Not happening. I’m driving and we’re hitting the Devil Lancer clubhouse.”

“That’s out by the docks.”

“Yep.”

She started pushing the cart forward. “No. I’m not heading there, Steel. They aren’t forcing me out of my home.”

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