Page 18 of Lake's Legacy

“Make us lots of money, and we’ll be happy.” I grin at her.

“Have you thought about a theme?” Olivia asks.

“Not yet. Cleo, Delphine, and I are going to brainstorm later today. I have so many ideas that I keep jumping around. Hopefully, they can rein me in and help me decide. Unless you guys wanted something specific? Hex didn’t say. Did you want the restaurant tied to the club? Like Zip’s tattoo parlor, Marked by Demon? Should I call it Demon Diner? If so, I can come up with a diner menu.” Nora’s excitement diminishes as she considers her options.

“Hey, don’t worry about that. Build the restaurant you want to build. We can figure out the name later. We don’t have to tie the name to the club.”

Nora smiles at me. “Okay, I’ll stop freaking out. I’m just so excited. But I’m also afraid I’ll let you down.”

I take her hand and squeeze it. “You could never let us down. You aren’t in this alone. We’ll all pitch in and help. We want you to succeed. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Olivia and I finish our breakfast and head outside. She goes to my bike, but I stop her.

“We have a two-hour ride ahead of us,” I tell her. “You haven’t ridden that long on the bike before. We can take the SUV. It’ll be more comfortable.”

She frowns and looks between the bike and the SUV. “I want to take the bike. I’ll be okay. May have to walk it off once we get there, but I’m looking forward to a long ride.”

“That’s my girl,” I tell her, placing her helmet on her head. We climb on my bike, and she wraps her arms around my waist. I take a minute to enjoy the feel of her wrapped around me—pure bliss.

To give Olivia a break, we stop at a gas station after an hour into our trip. I top off my tank while she walks off the stiffness.

“How are you doing? Sore?” I ask with a chuckle.

She smacks my arm. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“Do you want to use the restroom or get something to eat or drink before we keep going?”

“I’ll use the restroom.”

Taking her hand, I lead her inside the convenience store before going to the cashier to pay for my gas.

“We have surveillance cameras now,” the kid behind the counter tells me.

I frown at him. “Okay, good for you. Why the fuck are you telling me?”

“I don’t want any trouble. If you do anything, the owner will send the feed to the cops.”

“I’m just getting gas. What makes you think I’ll cause problems.”

“Because you and your friends stopped here a week ago and stole from us. They beat up my friend who was working that day. Called him a bunch of names and sent him to the hospital.”

“What the fuck? It wasn’t my friends or me. What did these guys look like? Were they wearing kuttes?” I finger my kutte.

“Yeah, had a bald eagle on the back.”

I turn and show him the Demon Dawgs logo. “Wasn’t us,” I repeat. “What did these guys look like?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t see them.”

I grab a piece of paper and write down Pirate’s number. “Call this guy. His name is Pirate. He’s with my club. Tell him Lake told you to call. Tell him about these guys and when they were here.”

The kid fingers the slip of paper before putting it in his pocket. “I won’t get in trouble for this?”

“No, kid, we just want the information. We had a run-in with these guys yesterday. We want to find them and convince them to move on.”

“Okay, I’ll call.”

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