Page 22 of Run Little Killer
"That was the warning, Lennon," he deadpans. "He did it again so I adjusted his mirror."
And here I thought Rhett was the only protective one.
The two of us wander over to the booth Rhett claimed, but when I go to slide in beside him, Nix yanks me back to his own side and murmurs, "Sit, little killer."
I have a sarcastic comment locked and loaded, but when I meet his gaze, there's something awfully close to concern etched into his features. So, I bite my tongue, sinking down onto the vinyl bench beside him, my thigh brushing against his denim clad one in the process.
"Welcome in," an older woman in a pale yellow uniform says as she approaches and hands us each a laminated menu. "What can I get you kids to drink?"
"Black coffee and a water, please," I say with a smile.
The guys place their drink orders, and the waitress pivots on a heel and heads off, promising to be right back. I scan over the menu, mouth watering at the pictures of breakfast platters, meatloaf and sides, and homemade desserts. Everything here looks so damn good, unlike at Briarwood. The food there was so bland and mushy that if you didn't already have depression, you'd start to develop it from the meals alone. Right as I decide on a juicy looking cheeseburger and fries, my stomach rumbles loudly.
"Thought you were going to feed and water the bitch," Nix jabs, eyeing Rhett.
Rolling my eyes, I place my menu at the edge of the table. "Thebitchhad coffee and mini donuts while you were getting gas."
Nix chuckles, tongue darting out, the silver ball of his piercing running along his upper lip. Before he can respond, the waitress returns with our drinks, placing them in front of us and taking our food orders. She jots everything down on a small notepad, Rhett's phone vibrating against thetable top as she gathers the menus and returns to the kitchen.
He tilts it up, focusing on the screen for a moment, then clicking it off.
"Mav?" Nix asks, taking a sip of his soda.
"Yeah," Rhett nods. "Said Kurt at Huber Auto can get us in tomorrow morning."
"Good. Oil change or tires?" Nix questions.
They continue talking about their bikes, cargo, and routes, while I relax back, eyes touring the diner. It's actually pretty cute with its black and white checkered floor, a jukebox sitting near the counter, and vintage food ads in sleek black frames lining the pale pink walls. A small TV is mounted in the back corner behind Rhett, the news playing with the volume muted.
My mouth goes dry, blood turning to ice in my veins as I lock eyes with a familiar face on the screen–mine.
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NIX
"Route’s a little longer than usual, but after that, we'll head home," Rhett says, taking another drink of his coffee.
"Is this auto shop insured?" I ask.
"Yup, looking at a couple Ks in coverage each," he replies with a smirk.
I nod slowly, leaning back in the booth as he picks up his phone.
We're always careful with what and how we talk about club business in public. It's not that what we do is illegal, but what we’re protecting might be. Protection runs aren't unusual for us, but doing one for someone new is. And the fact we have Lennon with us throws in even more variables, but it's Mav's club and his word is law.
Lennon shifts beside me, her body stiffening like she's seen a ghost. In my peripheral, I see the color draining from her face as she stares wide-eyed towards the back of the diner. I start to swivel my head in that direction when she suddenly snaps a hand out to grab my face. Her nails piercemy skin as she yanks me closer, crushing her mouth against mine.
There's a frantic urgency in how she holds me in place, her lips soft but the kiss hard, fueled by desperation and laced with sin. Steely grey eyes flutter open while our lips are still locked, gazing up at me before darting towards Rhett, then back. Her grip begins to loosen as she tries to pull back and break our connection, but I'm not done yet.
She started this and I intend to finish it.
I curl my fingers around the nape of her neck, forcing her mouth tighter against mine. She gasps in surprise, those same lips that I know would look fucking perfect wrapped a round my dick parting in the slightest. I seize the opportunity, our tongues tangling and teeth clashing, her pulse quickening beneath my palm as a mewl of pleasure escapes her throat.
Fuck. Thatsound.
My cock thickens beneath my zipper, and I'm half a second from hauling her off to the bathroom and railing her against the wall when Rhett has the goddamn audacity to clear his throat.
"Want some privacy?"
