THE DEVIL'S SILVER
'THE ROAD DEVILS MC' BOOK 2
Omaha, Nebraska
Jolene Angeles set her battered leather backpack down on the table with a sigh, took a giant slug of her Margarita and tried to look like she was not completely freaking out. She was sure that she was failing miserably, of course. Almost one full year of perfecting a poker face hadn’t let her down, but she knew that her shaking hands and shaking voice were giving her away. The tall, tattooed, gray-haired woman behind the bar had levelled her with A Knowing Look, after all, and Jo had felt transparent under the older woman’s steady blue gaze.
Sure, bartenders were experts in human nature and what trouble looked like, and ones who worked in rough dive bars even more so, but still… Jo knew that the scowling woman serving up h
