He’s totally right.
I’d put money on Blondie having a bit of a feisty side. Hell, more than a bit since she decided to walk into a biker bar on her own just for a bottle of watered-down piss. Makes me wonder just how feisty Blondie can be.
Thankfully Jackal’s focus shifts from that gorgeous little pixie to a few rocket riders that are meandering over, and since they don’t seem to be interested in me, I can keep creeping on that woman without any interruption.
Notcreeping, exactly, but I can’t seem to look anywhere but at her, especially when a couple of prospects from another club occupy the stools around her.
Blondie ignores them the best she can, finishes her beer, and asks Little John for another, but the self-proclaimed leader seems to be persistent in his pursuit of a woman so far out of his league she’s basically in another stratosphere because he keeps flapping his gums. She pushes her glasses up her nose, gives the asshat an obviously forced smile, then apparently excuses herself because she gets up from the stool, braces herself against the bar then sways a bit before she disappears down the hall.
Good.
Maybe she’s going home.
Had enough of her walk on the wild side and decided to call it a night.
“Hey man.” Jackal smacks my arm. “Don’t be rude.”
My gaze flicks to my best friend and the two girls sitting in his lap. “What?”
He grins. “I was trying to introduce you to my new friends.”
“Ah.”Like I give a fuck.
“Ladies, this is my brother and top Enforcer for the Wulven Kings, Cyclops.” Jackal lifts one knee, the bimbo giggling as she clutches his shoulder. “Cy, this is Wendy,” he lifts the other, “and Courtney.”
I nod as I stab out my cigarette. I seriously do not give a fuck and Jackal knows that. He clearly doesn’t need me to run his game, but he’s still trying to make me play and I have less than a half hour before I split, so I’m not interested.
“You call him Cyclops?” one of the idiots asks. “Isn’t that some half-man, half-horse thing?”
My brow lifts as I light another smoke.
Jackal really knows how to pick them.
But because he is definitely on his game, he just smirks. “While my boy here is definitely hung like a stallion, you’re thinking of a centaur, sweetheart.”
She frowns. “A cent-what?”
Good god, I’m so over this shit.
“Acentaur. Half-man, half-horse. A cyclops only has one eye.”
Both girls turn to me and tilt their heads in confusion.
It’s a good thing he’s only looking to get laid and not find the future Mrs. Jackal because I don’t think there is one brain between the two of them.
“He has two eyes.” The other states the obvious. “Wouldn’t it make more sense to call him a senator?”
“Now there’s an idea.” I tip my bottle toward Jackal as he tries not to laugh. “I like the sound of that. Maybe I’ll ask Prez if we can change my name when we get back.”
The girls start chattering away about nothing, my best friend faking his way into their miniskirts, and I decide I should probably have another beer or else this will be even more of a waste of my time.
“I’ll be back.” I get to my feet and head toward the bar.
I seriously have no idea how Jackal puts up with that shit. My IQ dropped just from a two second conversation so I can’t imagine what’ll happen when he gets them half naked in the alley. Quite frankly I’d be worried fucking either one of them would turn me into a vegetable.
“Hurry up. Here.”
I glance to the end of the bar as those prospects that were bugging Blondie start whispering to each other, and when I see the self-appointed alpha drop something into her beer bottle just as she comes back down the hall, my hackles raise.
