Page 8 of Property of Chaos

She looks over me and frowns. “Leave it to me. You go get away from this.”

“Are you sure?”

She gives the old lady opposite her a smile as she hands over the woman’s change. “Positive.”

“Thank you.” I push to my feet and grab the muffin.

The lion takes a step back as I exit through the swing door.

“Theresa will come clean the table for you in a moment.” I try my best to plaster a convincing smile on. “I’m actually on a break just now.”

“No sweat. Sorry for interrupting, ma’am.” He lifts both hands. Brown beads adorn his right wrist in a loose bracelet.

I step toward the door when he stalls me with another question.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

His seemingly genuine concern almost undoes me. “Okay is a fluid concept.” I fake a smile.

He frowns briefly before dazzling me with a wide grin and chuckling. “You’re sure right there.”

“You need something, Jinx?” Theresa catches my eye, jerking her head to give me my leave.

The lion moves toward her, allowing me to escape. I head for the door, glancing into the annex at the two men seated at the round table.

Piercing blue and brown stare back at me. My heart stutters and thuds back into rhythm, his unique eyes captivating.The devil has many faces.And most of them are beautiful beyond compare. The handsome guy’s chin sits nestled behind clasped hands, his elbows on the table as he studies me frozen before the door.

A black-haired man scrolls his phone, seated with his back to me, masked skull peeking out over the top of the chair.Kings of Anarchysits in bold lettering arched atop the image.

The devil feels like temptation.I look away, stabbing my teeth into my bottom lip as I jerk the cafe door open and step outside.You forgot the juice.Shit.

I don’t need it anyway.

There’s nothing on this earth that could fix the rot inside of me.

A juice sure as shit isn’t going to do it.

FOUR

CHAOS

Jinx returnswith Theresa in tow to clean the table, blocking my view of the new girl as she settles onto a bench outside the cafe.

“Sorry, boys.” Theresa nudges Fang to get his arm off the surface before liberally applying floral-scented cleaner across the timber. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen your pretty faces.”

Bet she hasn’t missed us one fucking bit, either.

“What brings you over this side of the hill?”

“Business.” I lean back, folding my arms as she wipes the area before me.

Her wrinkled gaze lifts to mine. “Like that, huh?”

“You know how it is.”

I might not have stopped in to get a coffee or a bite to eat here for a while, but I know the aging woman before me well. Her fucking tits and ass were some of the first I laid eyes on in my teenage years. Sure, she can make a mean grilled sub now, but she was a demon around a pole in my early days.

My father probably funded half this fucking business with the bills he’d shove in her sparkly panties.

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