We said goodbye to Gus, and I rushed her onto the bike before she decided to find another way to get off.
On the drive back into town, I could feel her frustration through the vibrating bike. I couldn’t help but smirk when we parked behind the club.
She was in a pissy, wound-up mood, and it was f*****g hot. Her cheeks were flushed, and her glare was enough for me to bend her over my bike and remind her who she belonged to.
“Go get changed. Your shift started ten minutes ago.”
She rolled her eyes but disappeared into the club as Brick came out with a newspaper held high in the air.
“s**t’s gettin’ real.”
I tossed the keys at Jace to take my bike into the garage then removed the paper from Brick’s hand.
Three men found dead this morning in an alley on the lower east side, apparently f
