Jassy
We took one of Karl's spare bikes back to Club Hellfire. The city was already alive and teeming with life as we rode through traffic and pulled up behind the bar on Bourbon Street.
Karl's face was stony, his expression set in granite as we rode. No smiles, no laughter. Of course, he had made breakfast for me. That was nice. It had been a while since a man had made me eggs after I'd spread my . . . well, you get it.
Karl didn't bring up what happened the night before, and I didn't either. He didn't lean in for a soft lover's kiss like the one from the night before, and I paid it no mind. Focusing on keeping him happy kept me from keeping my mind where it needed to be: Aleksey Volkov.
Together, we headed upstairs, into the center of the F&B MC operations.
Karl went around collecti
