Me: A place called Manny’s.
Unknown: I’m coming for you.
Well. The bad news was coming for me.
I hit call on my phone.
“Daugh-ter. How’s it hanging? You still in California? You know where else you could road trip? To see your old man, that’s where. And by old man, I’m talking your pops. Myself. Yours truly. Oh, and the Old Gents got back together. We’re thinking of doing a reunion tour.”
I had no clue how to respond to that.
Some days my dad could make me speechless. Tonight was one of those nights.
16
KALI
My phone lit up again twenty minutes later.
Shane: I’m outside. Can’t come in. You gotta come to me.
I frowned, but okay then. My tab was already paid, so I slipped off the stool.
Aly and Harper didn’t notice, both engrossed in their own conversations. Aly was flirting with Brandon, and well, Harper was too. Kinda. I got the vibe that Brandon was straight, but he was cool. He rolled with the little winks Harper sent his way.
I went back out through the door I’d entered.
Just a few feet away was Shane. He had his motorcycle pulled all the way up, and he was locked in a stare-off with the bouncer. Two other Red Demons were beside him, but they were sitting back, waiting. Watching.
I could feel the tension as soon as I stepped outside. I maneuvered around the bouncer, who turned and fixed me with a disapproving look.
“You don’t have to go with them.”
I opened my mouth, not knowing what to say.
Shane beat me to it. “She’s mine.”
My mouth closed with a snap. I faintly registered the other Red Demons sharing a look as Shane turned his eyes my way.
He sat up and held out a helmet. “Plans changed. We gotta go.”
I frowned. “About my sister?”
He didn’t answer, just held out the helmet.
The bouncer reached out, touching my arm.
“Don’t,” Shane clipped.
I blinked and froze.
He hadn’t moved a muscle, but the other two had. Guns now pointed at the bouncer, and neither guy looked scared to use them.
The bouncer went rigid, but said under his breath, “This won’t slide.”
“You have hands on mine.”
I flushed. He said it before, but what the fuck?