Page 21 of Mex

“Life has been rather chaotic,” I tell him.

“Heard your mom is missing.”

I exhale. “Yep.”

“Bound to happen eventually – even the strongest leader gets taken down.”

He ain’t wrong.

“The problem with that is–” I take another shot of vodka “–she leaves a hell of a mess behind and there are far too many people who will only do business with her. Makes it hard for me to fix the situation.”

“You got Death, he can deal with those people until she returns.”

“Right,” I murmur.

Trev goes to serve another customer, and I curl my hands around the glass and slide it closer to me, staring down at the clear liquid.

“You’re not very good at hiding.”

There he is.

I almost smile because it’s so well predicted I’m actually proud of myself.

Looking up, I see Mex standing at the bar, staring down at me with those intense eyes. God he’s gorgeous. It’s not going to be entirely horrible being his captive for a little while.

“Who says I’m hiding?” I challenge.

“You had to know I was going to track you down again.”

Shrugging, I take another sip of vodka. “I figured.”

“Your escape was impressive, I’ll give you that.”

I grin at him. “Like that, did you?”

“Gotta say, never met someone who can take bein’ cut with a knife and not flinch. Don’t want to know how you learned that little trick.”

“No,” I agree, “you probably don’t.”

“You know I’m not leavin’ here tonight without you,” he murmurs, sitting on the stool beside me and waving Trev down for a drink.

The old man walks over, eyeing Mex as he carefully takes a glass. His eyes move to me, and I give him a reassuring nod that everything is okay. I can handle the biker, because little does he know, I want him to take me. I’m not going to make it too easy, though. Oh no, if I have to do this, I’m going to enjoy myself.

“We’ll see about that,” I say, taking the glass as Trev fills it with some more vodka. “Tell me, Mexican, why are you so persistent? Surely you can get information without me?”

I swivel the stool toward him, and when his eyes settle on me, my heart skips a beat. Fuck me, I need to get laid, because this man is beginning to tempt me in a way that is making my body crave him. I can’t be craving someone I’m about to stab in the back. Still, as my eyes rake down that hard, chiseled body, I can’t help but fantasize. He would be a good fuck, of that I’m more than certain.

Dammit, Acacia, snap out of it.

“You done?” Mex murmurs, making my eyes snap back up to his.

“Yes, thank you.”

“To answer your question, I’m persistent because you fucked my club around and then you proceeded to make sure any information we did gather was trashed. We don’t take kindly to that, so now you’re goin’ to repay us by giving us what we want.”

I roll my eyes. “It’s notyourclub, it belongs to the hot guy with the issues. What’s his name again? Nightmare? Western? Both? You bikers are your nicknames, makes things very confusing for the rest of us.”

Mex grunts. “Clearly, you don’t understand how a club works.”

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