“What’s that, sweetheart. You wanna lick my asshole. I’m game if you are,” he mutters and belches.
He’s drunk. I shake my head seeing the moonshine jar spilled out on the bench seat of his truck. I shake my damn head. “Wake your fat sorry ass up, motherfucker.” I wrench the driver’s side door open and flick him on the tip of his nose.
“I’m coming, baby. You ain’t gotta be so damn mean.” He wipes at his nose, and I throw my hands up.
“Dutch, take his keys and get the bar open. I’ve got shit to do. Darlene will tell you what to do. You good?” I look to Saw.
“Gonna swing by the bakery and see Camreigh,” he tells me as we walk back to our bikes.
“Give Dutch hand will ya,” I tell Darlene as I get on my bike.
“Sure thing, Vegas,” she purrs and licks her hot pink stained lips.
Saw rides out and I follow behind him.
Chapter 7
—Tina
Matt won’t stop calling my phone. I hate to block his number but he’s leaving me no choice. He has sent me twenty-five messages in the past hour.
Matt: Baby, let’s talk.
Matt: I’ll come to you.
Matt: I miss you.
Matt: Where are you?
Matt: What the fuck, Tina, are you out fucking around on me?
Matt: I want to know who that man was answering your phone.
Matt: Are you with him now?
Matt: Did you fuck him like a slut?
Matt: If you fucked him, we are so over.
Matt: Fucking slut. I bet you fucked him.
He must be off work because left me alone most of the day until about an hour ago. I’ve kept busy. Arguing with Vegas’ Gramps about how to wash and fold his laundry was a damn war. The old man is hateful and watches me like a hawk like he thinks I’m going to steal his stamp collection. I just finished cooking him fried potatoes, sausage, and eggs because he wanted breakfast for dinner.
I’m just waiting for Vegas to get here so I can get of this man’s hair.
“These potatoes are greasy and soggy.”
“Well, I did the best I could.” I am trying to bite my tongue. I couldn’t concentrate on what I was doing with him harping and commentating on my every move. I know what he’s doing—trying to run me off so he can get his way. It was on the list of rules Vegas has hidden in his room. I walk out on the porch and sit on the top step when my phone buzzes again.
I’m afraid to look at the screen but it could be Vegas telling me I can go ahead and leave.
It’s Camreigh.
Cam: Matt was just here, and Sawyer ran him off.
Cam: He was acting all crazy and he reeked of alcohol.
Cam: I told him I didn’t know where you were,