Page 13 of Sniper

Yep, that would do it. I confirm with a nod. “Mocha latte and triple chocolate muffin on their way….”

Put up with an angry customer or go to the bakery…. No fucking brainer.

She grins, and I walk over to her, kissing her head, before going to my Jeep. Since I’m driving my cage, I leave my cut in the office. I climb into my Jeep and start her up, blasting the heavy metal music. I see Sarah grin and shake her head while Ted and Paul, my other two mechanics, start dancing like idiots, making me laugh.

Reversing out of my spot, I maneuver the Jeep toward town, happy to have these people in my fucking life.

Ten minutes later, I pull up in front of Baked Goods, my stomach growling. I see it’s past two in the afternoon, which means I worked through lunch again.

“Maybe Sarah had the right idea about a coffee break,” I murmur as I climb out of my Jeep and head inside.

The bell dings and Florence’s, the owner’s daughter, head whips my way. She grins wide and pulls her top down, showcasing her tits, and I roll my eyes.

The woman is a patch chaser. Every fucking party we have at the club, she’s there, and it doesn’t matter how many times we express we will not make a woman who has fucked all the brothers an old lady, she doesn’t listen. She wants a brother, and she wants what the patch brings her.

Never going to fucking happen.

Sighing, I walk toward the counter just as the back door swings open and instantly I relax, making eye contact with Olivia’s light blue eyes.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, Livvy,” I rasp.

Her eyes go from me to Florence, who’s now scowling, then back to me, and she grins wide, making me narrow my eyes, knowing she’s about to leave me in Florence's care.

I snap, “I get it, Smokey’s a dick, but you can’t punish me for that; you love me, remember?”

The idiot let his ex-wife get in his head, as well as his momma. Liv’s ex and father of her child, Phil, is gay. She decided not to tell Smokey that information, and Kallie, Smokey’s ex-wife, used it to her advantage. A few years ago, Smokey called Livvy a whore in front of everyone in the club, and he’s been trying to win her back since.

Fuck, her daughter April even calls him daddy. But he hurt her, and it doesn’t help he did it in front of April.

I think she’s wavering, though….

Instead of getting upset, she laughs, and I shake my head as my phone pings.

Narrowing my eyes at Livvy playfully, I get my phone out and smile, seeing the message.

Kennedy: Sarah mentioned you’re at Baked Goods. x

Chuckling, I message her back.

Me: Blueberry muffin coming up. X

Sighing, I put my phone away and look at Liv. I state, “I’ve been dispatched on a coffee run because, you know, it’s not like I’m the boss or anything.”

She laughs and states, “A mocha latte, triple chocolate muffin, six caramel slices, and three black coffees coming up….”

I grin and add, “And a blueberry muffin.”

She giggles. “And a blueberry muffin for Kennedy.”

I grin back as she turns to get my order ready, all while Florence sulks because she’s not getting my attention. However, that doesn’t stop her eyes from roaming my wife beater, showcasing my muscles.

I shudder in disgust, suddenly wanting a shower. I heard she caught chlamydia last week from some sixty-nine-year-old man one town over.

Fucking gross.

Ignoring her, I watch Liv get the to-go cups, and grab my phone quickly, hoping she doesn’t notice. I take a picture of her and send it to Smokey with the caption, ‘She’s working today….’ knowing he’ll pop over.

“Don’t think I don’t know you’ve just sent a picture of me to Johnny,” Liv says, making me jump, and I chuckle.

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