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“I’ll see if I can find it and text it over to you when I do.”She reached over and patted his hand before picking up her glass and drained it.“I’m about ready for another glass, how about you?”
“I could use another glass, but let me get them.”Demon stood, picked up both glasses and carried them inside.
He’d known going into this that it wouldn’t happen quick.He’d warned Sadist when he’d let him know where he was going that he’d likely be tied up for several hours.Sadist had looked at him a little wide-eyed, as if he was horrified by the idea, then shook his head and told Demon to take as long as he needed.They needed the information more than they needed someone else to give the shit jobs to at the moment.
After filling both glasses, he snagged another cookie off the plate in the kitchen, bit into it and carried it in his teeth as he picked up both glasses and went back out to where Nan waited.
“I don’t know how both of you boys ended up hanging out with motorcycle hoodlums,” Nan said, shaking her head as Demon set her glass on the table between them and sat back down.He pulled the remainder of the cookie from his mouth and finished eating the bite he’d already taken before speaking again.
“What do you mean?”
“You know how I feel about those men you hang around with.”She motioned to his Kutte.“Jim Bob has his own gang like that.I don’t know why they don’t hide him and he’s having to stay with his mother.”She stared out into the street.
Demon wondered what she was thinking.He didn’t bother to correct her that the Souls were a club, not a gang.She didn’t care, in her mind all MCs were what had been on that show on TV a few years back.All criminals and outlaws.The Souls weren’t that way, at least not in reality, but he couldn’t tell her that.
He was blown away.Jim Bob was in a club.Until he had an idea which club, he couldn’t guess what kind of shit he was getting into, but from the way Nan talked, Demon could guess it wasn’t one of the several recreational clubs in town.
No.Jim Bob was likely mixed up with one of the one percent clubs.He’d have to see if Gizmo could figure it out, but he’d have to wait until he was through here to talk to him.Nan would only get pissed if he pulled out his phone and started texting now, and he’d worked so hard to stay on her good side so he could get information, it would be foolish to piss her off now.
“That’s odd,” he said out loud.“Is whatever trouble he’s in related to the club or did he find it all on his own?”He did his best to get more information and keep her talking, but he knew that with the Souls, it wouldn’t matter why he was in trouble, whether it was club business or his family coming back to haunt him, like now.The Souls had his back.But not all clubs were equal or had the same kind of sense of brotherhood and loyalty as he’d found with the Souls.
Between the visiting, the doing small chores that Nan couldn’t do for herself and then helping her cook when she insisted on feeding him, it was another three and a half hours before he left.Once he did, he rode straight to the clubhouse to talk to Gizmo.
6
Ronnierolledoverandopened her eyes.A furry face sat six inches away, staring into her soul.Ronnie blinked and groaned before rolling onto her back and stretching.
“Mreow.”Opie’s plaintive meow drew her gaze back to him.
“I know, baby.Give me a minute to pee then I’ll feed you.”She eased out of bed, not bothering to even try to hold back her groan as her muscles and joints protested.
Maybe she’d over done it at the gym last night.Not that it would keep her from doing what she needed to do.She shuffled into the bathroom, deliberately ignoring the mirror.She had no doubt her hair had managed to form horns while she slept, and she didn't need to see them this early.Not that 7:48 was early, but it was Sunday, and she'd slept in.
Since she had things to do today, she'd deal with them eventually as she had to shower before going out, but first she had to feed Opie before he decided she was breakfast, or he got really pissed and shit in her bed.
Plus, she needed coffee.Coffee first, then a hot shower would go a long way to making her feel human again.
After she finished in the bathroom she shuffled in to the kitchen, put a fresh pod in the coffee maker and hit start.It started whining and she realized she hadn't put a cup under there.Her body flashed hot as she grabbed the first cup in the cabinet and stuck it under the spout just as the machine hissed and coffee began streaming out.
After a few breathes to let the panicked feeling fade, she pulled out a can of food and fed Opie.By the time she'd finished and washed her hands, her coffee was ready.
She took a few sips, changed out the coffee pod and checked the water level in the machine, then dropped a couple of slices of bread into the toaster.When it popped she slathered on a thick layer of peanut butter the sprinkled on a dusting of sugar before taking it to the tiny kitchen table and watching as Opie sauntered in and went to his bowl while she ate and finished her coffee.
After eating, she put her cup back under the spout and hit start again, then headed for the bathroom.
Ronnie had just gotten out of the shower, hadn't even gotten the towel wrapped around her when someone knocked on her front door.
She wasn't expecting anyone, and Dad called before he stopped by.She frowned when they knocked again maybe twenty seconds later.
"Impatient much?"she muttered as she grabbed a towel off the rack and wrapped it around herself.
At the door she glanced at the framed photo sitting on a shelf next to the door that hid the lockbox where she kept her pistol, but decided she probably wouldn't need it and looked out the peep hole.
Seeing who was on the other side of the door, she leaned back and stared at the door for several seconds.What was he doing here?She adjusted her towel as the knocking turned to pounding.She kept herself behind the door, as she unlocked it and opened it a crack.
“I was in the shower.I don’t have any clothes on yet.I’ll leave it unlocked, but give me a minute before you come in.I’ll throw on some clothes and be right out.”
“Okay,” said a voice she hadn’t heard in way too long.She pushed the door until it touched the jam then hurried back into the bedroom.As soon as she knew she was out of sight of the door she pulled off her towel and scrubbed it through her still dripping hair.In the bedroom, she closed the door and hurried to throw some clothes on and make herself presentable.Thankfully, once she had clothes on, her hair didn’t take much.A quick squirt of mousse worked it through, and she was done.
