Page 5 of Blood & Ash

She swallows and nearly trips over her chair as she rushes from her desk. Seconds tick by. The prick shuffles into the waiting area in his scrubs, pulling his mask from his mouth.

“You Dr. McGuire?”

“Who’s asking?”

“Saint’s Outlaws MC is asking.”

“I don’t want any trouble.”

“Should have thought of that before you fucked with one of ours. Heard you don’t have a license to practice orthodontics. That true?” I take a step toward him.

Holding up his palms, the greasy fuck takes a step back. “I’m sure we can work something out, bro.”

“I’m not your bro.” I shove him into the wall. The cheap framed artwork falls to the floor.

“I’m calling the police,” the bitch behind the counter threatens.

“Go ahead. Let’s see what they have to say when I tell them your boss doesn’t have a license and has been taking a single mother for a ride. How many others do you try to shake money out of every month by intimidating them? Better yet, why don’t you pack up your shit and get out of town before I decide to make your fucking scam my problem?”

“Fine. Yeah. Whatever. You want me out, I’m out. No harm, no foul, man.”

I spit at him, and he whimpers like a pussy.

“I see you again and I won’t be so understanding. Got me?”

I grab one of the waiting room chairs and throw it through the front window.

The piece of shit pisses his pants.

“Feel better?” Goose questions as he passes me a joint.

“Little bit.” He shakes his head as I take a hard toke. “What a fucking year today has been,” I grumble as one of the hangarounds slides a beer across the bar to me. “Thanks, darlin’.” I shoot her a wink.

“Fuck. I’m still trying to scrub that image of Randy from my brain.”

“I hear ya. Any news on that shit?”

“Nothing but bullshit rumors about how you and Randy were tagging the same piece, so you took his ass out in more ways than one.”

“Seriously?”

“Nah. Just fuckin’ with you. All is quiet on the front.”

“For now. Until that cunt he married catches wind.”

“Think Devie will be a problem?”

“She was born a damn problem.”

“No doubt.”

Devie was one of his dancers. She only married him for his money. When that ran out, she left his ass high and dry. Never divorced him, but if there’s a dollar to be gotten from his corpse, she’ll turn up soon enough to collect it.

“What’s up with you and Shelby? You two back on?”

“Hell.” I chuckle. “You know how it is. Had an itch. She scratched it.”

“You might as well marry her.”

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