Page 10 of Savage Spades

He didn’t say anything for a moment, letting it all sink in. He believed her. She finally hit rock bottom and had gotten help. Something he’d been trying to get her to do for years before she’d left.

“Whatever you need,” he told her. It was hard to give her another chance after she’d screwed him over so many times in the past, but this time was different. She’d never gone to treatment before, much less admit that she’d fucked up.

Megan wiped another tear away from her face. “I love you, Kit. I’m sorry I’ve been a shit sister all these years.”

He nodded. “I love you too.”

They were both quiet for a moment, both lost in thought.

She pulled her food back to her and took a bite. “So, tell me what’s been going on in your life all these years?”

“Nothing much. I opened a car shop by the clubhouse.”

“I guess all that fighting money paid off. You’re still a part of that club?” she asked, refusing to meet his eyes.

Megan always had an issue with the club, but he couldn’t figure out why.

“Any lucky lady?” she asked, changing the subject before he could answer.

He laughed. “Many.”

She scrunched up her face in disgust. “Too much information.” She finished her food and pushed the plate away. “So really, when am I going to have a sister-in-law?”

“Never.”

It was true. A woman wanted someone to take care of. Someone who could make their life better. He didn’t have anything to offer a woman that would enhance her life, so there was no point in looking for someone to settle down with. The club sluts were more than happy to satisfy his needs. He was never going to be one of those guys with a two-story house and 2.5 kids.

He stood up from the table. “I’ll get you settled at my apartment, and then I have to get back to work.”

“Am I going to have to hear all about your many women?”

He laughed. “Nah, I’ve been staying at the clubhouse most nights anyways.”

She nodded and got up from the table, and they walked to the truck.

Chapter Five

Cam

She opened the door and stepped inside the bar. The massive bookbag weighed down her shoulders with all the textbooks she’d need to start school. Early this morning was the only free time she had to buy the stuff needed to start classes.

Since Jen had the day off, Cam had to open the bar. As she took another step inside, something crunched under her boot. Her body instantly froze up like the icicles that stuck to the gutters in the winter months. She lifted her boot and looked at the bottom. A shiny piece of glass was wedged between the grooves. Fuck. She dropped her foot before flipping on the lights. When the lights flickered to life, her chest tightened. Shards of glass covered the entire floor. The jukebox was facedown on the hardwood.

The tables lay on their sides as if someone had pushed them over. When Cam finally looked up from the mess around the floor, she saw him leaning against the bar. Her body flinched against her best efforts to show no fear. Ice filled her veins. He wore dress pants and a matching jacket over a black t-shirt, as if he was on his way to an upscale casino. He was tall but on the skinner side. He had dark hair that was pushed back out of his face. The most noticeable feature was his nose. So crooked, it had to have been broken several times.

Venom.

She took a step back, her boot crunching on more glass.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he warned, his voice filled with a threat.

She froze, waiting to see what he would say next. She knew this day was coming, but she still wasn’t prepared for it. There wasn’t enough money in the safe to pay him. She didn’t have enough money if she sold everything she owned…except for the bar.

“It’s been a while, Princess,” he said. His voice sent a shiver down her spine like nails on a chalkboard.

“What do you want?”

“My money,” he spat, his hands gripping the edge of the bar so tight his knuckles started to turn white. The sound of her heartbeat filled her ears.

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