I didn’t have an answer to that.I thought it was weird too.
“That all they say about me?”he asked.
I wrinkled my nose.“I mean...they just said to be careful about who I let into the bar, and that we should all look out for each other.”
Twister chuckled, but it was dry.Flat.“Beware the outsiders new to town.”
I shrugged and mentally tried to give them the benefit of the doubt.“Maybe they were just trying to look out for me.”
His lips thinned.“They always looking out for you?”
That stopped me.Not really.Frank and Nick were friendly enough, but I couldn’t remember the last time they came into the bar just to check in.Maybe the occasional beer, but they weren’t exactly protective big brothers.
“I mean, not really, but it wasn’t completely out of the ordinary for them to...be interested.”
Twister scoffed.“Where can I find Frank and Nick?”
Uh-oh.
“No, no,” I said quickly and stepped in his path.“Don’t be upset about this, Twister.I’m sure it was just them trying to protect me and make sure I’m okay.”
His eyes pinned me.“Where can I find them?”
I groaned.“F & N Bikes.Keep heading down the street and you’ll find it.”I knew there was no point in trying to argue with him.“But don’t do anything… mean.”
He grunted and stepped back.His eyes narrowed slightly.“Later, doll.”
He turned on his heel and started walking away.His boots thudded against the pavement with purpose.Only, he didn’t head toward F & N Bikes.
“Wrong way!”I called after him.
Twister lifted a hand and called back over his shoulder.“Nah, it’s not, doll.Need to head back to the clubhouse first.”
And then he disappeared around the corner.
Oh boy.
I might’ve just unleashed a pissed-off biker on Frank and Nick.
Chapter Eleven
Twister
Downtown Madison buzzed around me like a damn hornet’s nest.Horns blared, college kids darted across the street without looking, and tourists fumbled with phones and bratwursts.But I wasn’t paying much attention.My boots hit the pavement like they had something to say, and right now, I was feeling every ounce of the frustration building in my gut.
Frank and Nick.
Those two jackasses weren’t just being nosy; they were being strategic.Going around, poking at Tempi, trying to sniff out who we were and what we were about without having the balls to come ask me themselves.I didn’t do passive-aggressive.I didn’t do whisper games.You wanna know something?You ask me.You don’t drag a woman into your curiosity just because she’s behind a bar and smiles pretty.
Tempi didn’t need to be stuck in the middle of some territorial pissing match.
I yanked open the door to the clubhouse and let it slam behind me.The main room still smelled like new drywall and paint, but it was shaping up.The long table we’d bolted to the floor was surrounded by mismatched chairs.Temporary until the real ones arrived.
“Swift!”I bellowed.
Footsteps from above.
“Hodge!Magnum!Church call, right fucking now.”
