Chapter 4
Chloe
THERE SEEMED TO be a lot of eyes on us as we headed over to the two dart machines. Although everyone seemed nice and friendly, there was an undercurrent of arrogance in the room, especially from the fellows wearing the Gold Viper patches. As for the women, there was quite an unusual mix in the crowd. Some looked like tough biker chicks, while others reminded me of the high-maintenance types you’d see on “Real Housewives.” The kind with long nails, perfectly groomed eyebrows, and expensive couture clothing.
“I’ll be right back. I need to use the bathroom,” Jordan said, taking a sip of beer. He set it down on one of the tall pub tables. “Watch this for me, please.”
“Will do,” she said.
When he left I smiled at her. “Watch his beer?”
“I know. He doesn’t trust anyone,” sh
