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though she was quaking inside her fear, Riley did her job. She served the customers, delivered the orders, and even joked. Long ago, she had learned to compartmentalize her fears and put them in one corner of her mind so that they didn’t take over her life. If she gave vent to them, she wouldn’t be able to do anything else. Johnny came out three times to check on her progress, as if he expected her to implode, but she was always firmly in control.
“How are you holding up?” said Ryan when she came to deliver another order.
“I am fine. Nothing to worry about.”
“It’s a huge thing for anyone. If it was me, I would want to go back home and crawl under the blanket for a few hours,” he said.
She wanted to do the same, but Riley learned ago that staying still would get her killed faster. She tilted her lips in a smile. “I’m really ok, Ryan. Thanks.”
“Hey, sugar, can I get a beer?” said a man as he lumbered forward. Huge, tall, and bearded, he oozed an air of authority that she couldn’t quite ignore. “Quickly.”
“Yes, sir.” She walked over to the fridge and picked out a beer. When she handed it over, he opened it and drank some. “Where is the manager of this place?”
“That would be Johnny. He is out back.”
“Run down there, sugar, and tell him that Mathew is here.”
Mathew. Mathew. Where had she heard the name? The way he talked and looked, it was impossible to say no. Riley had the distinct feeling that this man belonged to the motorcycle club that owned this bar, and he was here because of the incident that happened in the morning. Strolling down the corridor, she knocked on Johnny’s office door.
“Come in,” he said.
She opened the door a little. “Some guy named Mathew is here.”
“What the hell are you doing, woman? Get him. Wait. I will go myself.” Springing up from his chair, he strode down the corridor ahead of her.
So, yes, Mathew was indeed someone important. When she got out, Johnny was just ushering in the man. As she crossed them, Mathew’s gaze followed her as if he knew exactly who she was. Riley felt uneasy. She strolled out into the main hall and resumed her work. By the time they called in the last order, her feet were aching. Chance was already seated on one of the stools, nursing his single beer that he always drank whenever he came in the bar, which was most nights because of her. The man sure had changed his life because of her, and all she had given in exchange were headaches and fights.
When the last customers stumbled out, Ryan closed the door. “Wow! It was a hot night today.”
“I hopped and skipped between tables. Who was that guy who talked to Johnny for half an hour in the office and then dominated that table over there for another two? The number of people who came to greet him was far too many,” said Jane as she counted her tips. “This was our busiest night ever.”
“That’s because that was Mathew, the second-in-command of the Comanche Sons. When people heard that he was here, they came in to say hello,” said Ryan.
Chance sat straighter. He finished the last of his beer and set the bottle aside. “Mathew was here?”
“Yep! I guess…Johnny must have told him what happened, and he came to see the situation,” said Ryan. “I haven’t seen him around for ages. He doesn’t usually come to the bars. The man is too busy establishing other businesses for the club.”
Riley exchanged a glance with Chance. They both knew what it meant. Once more he would be called to ask why he dragged the police into the club’s business. Of course, this time the situation was much worse. The police came inside the bar, and Mathew wouldn’t let it go that easily. She was enveloped in guilt. His work was affected because of her.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
“Let’s go,” she said.
Johnny came out of the back room. “Riley, wait. I need
“How are you holding up?” said Ryan when she came to deliver another order.
“I am fine. Nothing to worry about.”
“It’s a huge thing for anyone. If it was me, I would want to go back home and crawl under the blanket for a few hours,” he said.
She wanted to do the same, but Riley learned ago that staying still would get her killed faster. She tilted her lips in a smile. “I’m really ok, Ryan. Thanks.”
“Hey, sugar, can I get a beer?” said a man as he lumbered forward. Huge, tall, and bearded, he oozed an air of authority that she couldn’t quite ignore. “Quickly.”
“Yes, sir.” She walked over to the fridge and picked out a beer. When she handed it over, he opened it and drank some. “Where is the manager of this place?”
“That would be Johnny. He is out back.”
“Run down there, sugar, and tell him that Mathew is here.”
Mathew. Mathew. Where had she heard the name? The way he talked and looked, it was impossible to say no. Riley had the distinct feeling that this man belonged to the motorcycle club that owned this bar, and he was here because of the incident that happened in the morning. Strolling down the corridor, she knocked on Johnny’s office door.
“Come in,” he said.
She opened the door a little. “Some guy named Mathew is here.”
“What the hell are you doing, woman? Get him. Wait. I will go myself.” Springing up from his chair, he strode down the corridor ahead of her.
So, yes, Mathew was indeed someone important. When she got out, Johnny was just ushering in the man. As she crossed them, Mathew’s gaze followed her as if he knew exactly who she was. Riley felt uneasy. She strolled out into the main hall and resumed her work. By the time they called in the last order, her feet were aching. Chance was already seated on one of the stools, nursing his single beer that he always drank whenever he came in the bar, which was most nights because of her. The man sure had changed his life because of her, and all she had given in exchange were headaches and fights.
When the last customers stumbled out, Ryan closed the door. “Wow! It was a hot night today.”
“I hopped and skipped between tables. Who was that guy who talked to Johnny for half an hour in the office and then dominated that table over there for another two? The number of people who came to greet him was far too many,” said Jane as she counted her tips. “This was our busiest night ever.”
“That’s because that was Mathew, the second-in-command of the Comanche Sons. When people heard that he was here, they came in to say hello,” said Ryan.
Chance sat straighter. He finished the last of his beer and set the bottle aside. “Mathew was here?”
“Yep! I guess…Johnny must have told him what happened, and he came to see the situation,” said Ryan. “I haven’t seen him around for ages. He doesn’t usually come to the bars. The man is too busy establishing other businesses for the club.”
Riley exchanged a glance with Chance. They both knew what it meant. Once more he would be called to ask why he dragged the police into the club’s business. Of course, this time the situation was much worse. The police came inside the bar, and Mathew wouldn’t let it go that easily. She was enveloped in guilt. His work was affected because of her.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
“Let’s go,” she said.
Johnny came out of the back room. “Riley, wait. I need
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