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Authors: Helena Maeve
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coffee pot in hand, bitter brew swirling against the glass sides. “You know you should always do the opposite of everything I do, right?”
“I know.” Tamra’s grin dimmed slowly, as though it took her a moment to grasp the gravity of what Kayla was saying. “Mom.” She caught Kayla’s hand in hers. “ I know. ”
“Okay.”
“Doesn’t mean you’re off the hook, though.” Tamra cocked her head owlishly. “Are you in love?”
Heat filled Kayla’s face. Was she? No, obviously not. And even if she had been, she wouldn’t tell her kid. Tamra needed to live out her own crushes and heartbreaks, not worry about her mother’s. Kayla gestured vaguely to the table. “Eat your Cheerios.”
* * * *
The club was quiet. Only a few cars pocked the parking lot, dusty and scratched, the vehicles of choice of the working class. Zach’s gray Honda in particular caught her eye. It wasn’t so long ago that Kayla had let him spill her across the backseat and work himself inside her in short, stuttered thrusts.
She sighed and killed the engine. No accounting for taste… The Mercedes lurched when she got out, chassis juddering with the hard smack of the car door. Booker had gotten the junker running again, but he couldn’t work miracles.
Another slap of metal answered, as if in echo.
“Where the hell’ve you been?” Zach shouted. He must have heard her arrive. “I’ve been calling your cell. I drove by your place twice. ” He didn’t abort his forward momentum until they were nose to nose. “The Hounds called. They want their money.”
“Grace period’s over?” Kayla forced out through clenched teeth. She hated her quaking voice nearly as much as she hated Zach for towering over her. He knew she didn’t do well with intimidation.
“They want all of their money, you stupid bitch.” He bent a little at the waist, nose brushing Kayla’s. “What did you do, huh? What did you say to that fucker—?”
“Babe? Is everything okay?”
The club door opened and closed with a dull burst of sound. Lou stepped out in a pair of pink stilettos, draped in one of Kayla’s robes. The fabric had a way of drooping open. One glance over Zach’s shoulder was enough to tell Kayla that Lou was stark naked.
Every last thread of injured pride snapped loose inside her.
“You son of a bitch.”
Zach turned, disbelief twisting at his features. “What did you just—?”
It was unlikely that Kayla’s fist in his jaw would help him hear any better. She hit him anyway.
ChapterSix
The icepack wasn’t doing much, but as long as Kayla held it to her temple, the cops seemed willing to give her time to get her bearings. Her knuckles ached worse than her head, something the paramedics had ruled to be a good sign.
They still wanted her to come in for a CT scan.
“Sure,” Kayla promised. “Soon as I win the lottery.”
“We’ll find the money,” Lou piped up, standing from her perch on the curb. A cigarette smoldered between her red-painted fingertips. “Kay, come on—”
Kayla plucked the cigarette out of her hand. “You don’t talk to me.”
The urge to put out the smoke on Lou’s perfect brow rose in her chest like heartburn. She didn’t follow through. For one thing, the cops would throw both of them in jail. For another, Lou’s testimony was the only thing standing between Kayla and a pair of handcuffs.
Lou flinched, hugging her sides. She must have been cold in nothing but Kayla’s peignoir, her long legs bare and riddled with gooseflesh. The cops had offered to see them inside, but Kayla insisted on waiting in the parking lot.
She knew a thing or two about Hell Hounds business. She knew they’d come.
The thunderous roar of half a dozen Harleys proved her right within a matter of minutes.
The change in local PD’s demeanor was immediate. Uniforms hovered closer to their cars, as though seeking cover. All seemed compelled to check that their sidearms were holstered.
Lou
“I know.” Tamra’s grin dimmed slowly, as though it took her a moment to grasp the gravity of what Kayla was saying. “Mom.” She caught Kayla’s hand in hers. “ I know. ”
“Okay.”
“Doesn’t mean you’re off the hook, though.” Tamra cocked her head owlishly. “Are you in love?”
Heat filled Kayla’s face. Was she? No, obviously not. And even if she had been, she wouldn’t tell her kid. Tamra needed to live out her own crushes and heartbreaks, not worry about her mother’s. Kayla gestured vaguely to the table. “Eat your Cheerios.”
* * * *
The club was quiet. Only a few cars pocked the parking lot, dusty and scratched, the vehicles of choice of the working class. Zach’s gray Honda in particular caught her eye. It wasn’t so long ago that Kayla had let him spill her across the backseat and work himself inside her in short, stuttered thrusts.
She sighed and killed the engine. No accounting for taste… The Mercedes lurched when she got out, chassis juddering with the hard smack of the car door. Booker had gotten the junker running again, but he couldn’t work miracles.
Another slap of metal answered, as if in echo.
“Where the hell’ve you been?” Zach shouted. He must have heard her arrive. “I’ve been calling your cell. I drove by your place twice. ” He didn’t abort his forward momentum until they were nose to nose. “The Hounds called. They want their money.”
“Grace period’s over?” Kayla forced out through clenched teeth. She hated her quaking voice nearly as much as she hated Zach for towering over her. He knew she didn’t do well with intimidation.
“They want all of their money, you stupid bitch.” He bent a little at the waist, nose brushing Kayla’s. “What did you do, huh? What did you say to that fucker—?”
“Babe? Is everything okay?”
The club door opened and closed with a dull burst of sound. Lou stepped out in a pair of pink stilettos, draped in one of Kayla’s robes. The fabric had a way of drooping open. One glance over Zach’s shoulder was enough to tell Kayla that Lou was stark naked.
Every last thread of injured pride snapped loose inside her.
“You son of a bitch.”
Zach turned, disbelief twisting at his features. “What did you just—?”
It was unlikely that Kayla’s fist in his jaw would help him hear any better. She hit him anyway.
ChapterSix
The icepack wasn’t doing much, but as long as Kayla held it to her temple, the cops seemed willing to give her time to get her bearings. Her knuckles ached worse than her head, something the paramedics had ruled to be a good sign.
They still wanted her to come in for a CT scan.
“Sure,” Kayla promised. “Soon as I win the lottery.”
“We’ll find the money,” Lou piped up, standing from her perch on the curb. A cigarette smoldered between her red-painted fingertips. “Kay, come on—”
Kayla plucked the cigarette out of her hand. “You don’t talk to me.”
The urge to put out the smoke on Lou’s perfect brow rose in her chest like heartburn. She didn’t follow through. For one thing, the cops would throw both of them in jail. For another, Lou’s testimony was the only thing standing between Kayla and a pair of handcuffs.
Lou flinched, hugging her sides. She must have been cold in nothing but Kayla’s peignoir, her long legs bare and riddled with gooseflesh. The cops had offered to see them inside, but Kayla insisted on waiting in the parking lot.
She knew a thing or two about Hell Hounds business. She knew they’d come.
The thunderous roar of half a dozen Harleys proved her right within a matter of minutes.
The change in local PD’s demeanor was immediate. Uniforms hovered closer to their cars, as though seeking cover. All seemed compelled to check that their sidearms were holstered.
Lou
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