anything to Sonny again.” Words, words, and more empty words. I wasn't lying, I was going to find another job and never say a word about Dex again.
Beeping the doors unlocked with the key fob, I lowered my eyes to his throat, noticing for the first time that Dex had put on his Widowmakers vest at some point.
I cleared my throat and eyed his Adam’s apple. “See you Tuesday.”
Dex didn’t say a word as I got into my car. He only took a step back when I turned the ignition.
When I glanced back in the rearview mirror after pulling out of the lot, he was still exactly where I’d left him.
Chapter Seven
“Son, on a scale from one to ten, how mad would you be if I quit my job?” I asked over breakfast.
And by breakfast I meant we’d both gotten up well after noon, but since it was the first meal of the day, I figured it was still considered breakfast. Wouldn't it? I didn’t have a clue what time he’d finally gotten home. I was in bed by three and promptly passed out before the backlight on my cell phone was out.
Sonny made a noise that sounded like a muted chuckle in his throat before peering up at me, chewing on a piece of bacon while raising a tired auburn eyebrow. “More trouble in paradise?”
I scoffed. “Dex is kind of an asshole.”
Sonny’s nostrils flared and his lips twitched. The doofus was trying his best not to laugh. "Kid, tell me something I don't know."
The second person I was going to beat after Dex was my brother. "You sent me to work with him , " I might have hissed out.
"Because I know you can handle it ."
Handling Dex Locke would be like handling a scorpion. You were gonna get that poisonous sting at some point. Unfortunately for me, that sting had a taste for Iris Taylor. The urge to babble to him that Dex had gotten an attitude with me in the parking lot was right on the tip of my tongue. But... I'd just told Dex that I wouldn't keep going to Sonny and whining.
Damn.
"Right?" he egged on, taunting me.
I had to settle for grumbling. "Yeah."
He lifted that dark eyebrow. “I told you I'd knock his teeth down his throat.”
"Don't forget his kneecaps." I kicked his shin underneath the kitchen table.
Sonny laughed before shoving another piece of charred bacon into his mouth.
"No, it's fine I guess I’m just not used to his type of personality You know—bossy and brooding ." By bossy I meant jerk. Because that was the question. He was good-looking—very good-looking—and he had a successful business, what could really be that bad that sent him into such a crash ?
He smirked. “Ris, you just described all my friends," he chuckled. "But I get it. He's not so bad, kid. I promise I wouldn't have sent you over there if he was a bad guy. He's a loner," he paused, thinking about what he said before adding, "usually an asshole, too, but he won't do a thing to you. He ’s got sisters, he knows how to behave around Widows’ family. "
Besides make me cry and yell. No big deal.
"But why?"
Sonny looked at me long and hard, his mouth twitching with indecision. He finally sighed. "Same reason we all have issues."
Because of other people?
What a lame excuse. There was more to that story but whatever he wanted to say, whatever he should ha ve said, he wouldn't.
"If you really hate it, we can find you something else. The bar always needs help, but I don't know about you being around the MC constantly."
“Maybe. You’re not a dick, and Trip is really nice,” I tried to explain to him.
“I’m not a dick to you , and Trip’s nice because he likes you,” Sonny said.
I sighed and cut into my not-fully-cooked pancake.
“Look, Ris, I’d rather you not quit since you’re right around the corner from me. But you’re a big girl. You’ve been on your own forever now. I can spot you on money, no problem.” He shot me a pointed look. “It’s up to
Beeping the doors unlocked with the key fob, I lowered my eyes to his throat, noticing for the first time that Dex had put on his Widowmakers vest at some point.
I cleared my throat and eyed his Adam’s apple. “See you Tuesday.”
Dex didn’t say a word as I got into my car. He only took a step back when I turned the ignition.
When I glanced back in the rearview mirror after pulling out of the lot, he was still exactly where I’d left him.
Chapter Seven
“Son, on a scale from one to ten, how mad would you be if I quit my job?” I asked over breakfast.
And by breakfast I meant we’d both gotten up well after noon, but since it was the first meal of the day, I figured it was still considered breakfast. Wouldn't it? I didn’t have a clue what time he’d finally gotten home. I was in bed by three and promptly passed out before the backlight on my cell phone was out.
Sonny made a noise that sounded like a muted chuckle in his throat before peering up at me, chewing on a piece of bacon while raising a tired auburn eyebrow. “More trouble in paradise?”
I scoffed. “Dex is kind of an asshole.”
Sonny’s nostrils flared and his lips twitched. The doofus was trying his best not to laugh. "Kid, tell me something I don't know."
The second person I was going to beat after Dex was my brother. "You sent me to work with him , " I might have hissed out.
"Because I know you can handle it ."
Handling Dex Locke would be like handling a scorpion. You were gonna get that poisonous sting at some point. Unfortunately for me, that sting had a taste for Iris Taylor. The urge to babble to him that Dex had gotten an attitude with me in the parking lot was right on the tip of my tongue. But... I'd just told Dex that I wouldn't keep going to Sonny and whining.
Damn.
"Right?" he egged on, taunting me.
I had to settle for grumbling. "Yeah."
He lifted that dark eyebrow. “I told you I'd knock his teeth down his throat.”
"Don't forget his kneecaps." I kicked his shin underneath the kitchen table.
Sonny laughed before shoving another piece of charred bacon into his mouth.
"No, it's fine I guess I’m just not used to his type of personality You know—bossy and brooding ." By bossy I meant jerk. Because that was the question. He was good-looking—very good-looking—and he had a successful business, what could really be that bad that sent him into such a crash ?
He smirked. “Ris, you just described all my friends," he chuckled. "But I get it. He's not so bad, kid. I promise I wouldn't have sent you over there if he was a bad guy. He's a loner," he paused, thinking about what he said before adding, "usually an asshole, too, but he won't do a thing to you. He ’s got sisters, he knows how to behave around Widows’ family. "
Besides make me cry and yell. No big deal.
"But why?"
Sonny looked at me long and hard, his mouth twitching with indecision. He finally sighed. "Same reason we all have issues."
Because of other people?
What a lame excuse. There was more to that story but whatever he wanted to say, whatever he should ha ve said, he wouldn't.
"If you really hate it, we can find you something else. The bar always needs help, but I don't know about you being around the MC constantly."
“Maybe. You’re not a dick, and Trip is really nice,” I tried to explain to him.
“I’m not a dick to you , and Trip’s nice because he likes you,” Sonny said.
I sighed and cut into my not-fully-cooked pancake.
“Look, Ris, I’d rather you not quit since you’re right around the corner from me. But you’re a big girl. You’ve been on your own forever now. I can spot you on money, no problem.” He shot me a pointed look. “It’s up to
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