Page 61 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

She glanced around. “Am I alone?”

“Without your ol’ man.”

“You assume I’m not buying him a drink.”

He cocked one of his gray, bushy eyebrows. “Are you?”

Her smile widened. “No. Looking to score.”

He stared at her with narrowed eyes for a few seconds. “Plenty of assholes here to score with. Your ol’ man don’t mind sharin’?”

“Not that kind of scoring,” she answered.

“What kinda scorin’ you talkin’ about?”

“The kind that will make my ol’ man happy, not pissed off.” She ran the pad of her thumb down the side of her nose.

Midas continued to stare at her, then without another word he leaned forward and whistled sharply. When he caught a bartender’s attention, he crooked his finger, then pointed at Cami.

This could either be good... or it could go horribly wrong.

She hoped it wasn’t the latter.

The bartender, wearing a Demons cut, stopped in front of Midas. “What’s up, brother? Need another beer?”

“Yeah. Gimme another one.” He tipped his gray head toward Cami. “This ‘lil lady’s lookin’ to try one of those specialty drinks you serve.”

The biker bartender’s eyes slid to her and he sized her up. “Who are you?”

“Rose,” rolled right off her tongue like it had been her name since birth.

“Never saw you in here before.”

“I guess there’s a first time for everything, including coming to Hawg Wild.” She made a show of glancing around. “Interesting place.”

“Who told you ‘bout our specialty drinks?”

The Demon’s question pulled her attention back to him. “My ol’ man is friends with a friend of a Demon. He got the word that you might have what he’s looking for.”

“Why ain’t his ass standin’ before me ‘steada you?”

“Well, because of the obvious… I’m his ol’ lady and do what he tells me. He told me to come to Hawg Wild and get what he’s looking for. I don’t question him, I just do it.”

“Like any good ol’ lady should,” Midas said.

“Doesn’t your ol’ lady do what you tell her?” she asked the bartender with the name patch that identified him as Hook. “Or are you a pussy and let her boss you around?”

Next to her, a chuckle came from Midas.

The young biker frowned. “Ain’t got an ol’ lady. Don’t need some bitch harpin’ at me twenty-four-seven. And if I did have one, she better fuckin’ listen to what I tell her.”

Charming.

“Exactly. The whole reason I’m here, Hook. Now that we got that out of the way… What size do thosespecialdrinks come in?”

For a few moments, she didn’t think he would answer and when he did, he did so reluctantly. “A shot, small, medium and large.”

Her best guess was a shot had to be a single dose, small a gram, medium an eight-ball and a large might be an ounce.

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