Gina
“Is that okay with you ma’am?” the Deputy asked me.
“Sure, that sounds good. Thank you, Mr. Chriz…”
“Christakos,” he said smiling. Ohmigod his smile. When he smiled, every ounce of scariness melted away from him and my insides became gooey.
“I’m sorry, I guess I’ve only ever known you as Clutch,” I said, apologetically.
I suppose, I’d always figured it best to ask the Burning Saints as few questions as possible.
“No need to apologize, Gina,” he said with a wink.
Gulp.
I finished up perjuring myself with Deputy Aiello and, as promised, Mayday, the club’s mechanic showed up to tow my Jeep off to their garage.
“You ready to hit the road?” Clutch asked.
“What? On that?” I asked pointing to his two-wheeled death trap.
“First of all, her name is Charlene and you’ll hurt her feel
