Page 36 of Ride the Wind (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 8)

“Trying to see who the bigger man is?” I asked.

“It’s not even a competition, darlin’. Those two lost when they picked my cousins.”

Rue rattled off everything she had put in the box, and I rang it up. “Seventy-nine-fifty-four.”

Zig nodded to the card in my hand. “Add a twenty-dollar tip to that.”

Rue gasped and set the box in front of Zig. “You don’t have to tip. Reese pays me really well.”

Zig chuckled. “I’m sure she does, sweetheart, but an extra twenty dollars never hurt anyone.”

“Why not just make it an even hundred?” I suggested. I did pay Rue well, but she might as well take whatever he was willing to give her.

Zig smirked. “Do it, darlin’.”

I swiped his card and handed it back to him. “Want a receipt of you being the bigger man?”

He grabbed the card and tucked it back into his wallet. “I’ll pass.” Zig slid his sunglasses over his eyes and grabbed the yellow box. “You ready?”

I turned to Rue. “Blain is in back if you need help. I need to go with Zig.”

“What?” Rue whispered. “Are you going on a date?”

“Yes,” Zig smiled.

“No,” I said at the same time. I glared at Zig. “We are not going on a date. Zig is just going to help me with a problem I have.”

“You have a problem that hot bikers need to help you with?” Rue sighed. “I so want to be you when I grow up.”

I put my hand on her shoulder. “You do not. Aim higher, honey.” I stepped around the counter and followed Zig out the front door.

“My car is around back,” I told him.

“We’ll take my bike.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to his black bike at the curb.

“I can just follow you,” I insisted.

He tightened his grip on my hand and pulled me behind him. We stopped in front of his bike, and he set the yellow box on the seat. “We’ll take the bike.”

“No, I’ll take the car, and you can take the bike.” I didn’t need to ride with him to the Devil’s Knights. I was more than capable of driving myself.

“I’ll bring you back to your car after.”

“No.” He bent over and opened the bag on the side of his bike. He pulled out a helmet and held it to me. “Take that, or I won’t be able to fit this box in here.”

“I can take my car, and your box can ride with me.”

Zig shook his head. “No, because then you will have to follow me to the Sons of Sin clubhouse when we are done in Rockton to give me the box. You ride with me to Rockton, I drop you at your car, and that’s that.”

“But, how ar­–.”

“Enough,” Zig thundered. “I’m doing you a favor here, so just get your ass on the damn bike and let me help.”

Okie dokie. I grabbed the yellow box and handed it to him. “Uh, try to keep that as flat as possible,” I suggested.

He grabbed the box and thrust the helmet at me. “Put that on,” he ordered.

I put it on my head and buckled the strap under my chin.

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