Wyatt
“Tell that cunt, Sonja, she’s on notice.”
“Well, that’s mature,” I snapped. “Did you study vocabulary at low-brow biker university?”
“Oh, sorry, would b***h be a better word?”
I let out a frustrated squeak and tried to push him away, without success.
“Step back,” I demanded, and he did, but not far enough that I could get into my car.
“Give her the message, Wyatt, and go ahead and take that to heart yourself.”
“Okay, I’m done. I have no idea what the hell is going on, but I have a feeling it has something to do with Sonja.”
“You should know, considerin’ you’re tight.”
“Oh my god!” I screeched like a banshee. “I only met the woman a couple of months ago!”
“Good story, bro.”
“Just so you’re aware, I have discovered recently that she lied to me when she told me she’d just m
