His words transformed into a shocked shout as I hooked my foot around his leg under the table and jerked it forward. Moore went careening back in his chair, his head hitting the top of the metal backrest with a loud smack. Before he could right himself, I was on the table, knees braced, hand at his fleshy throat.
We were close enough, I could smell the fetid coffee and fried lunch on his breath, but still I got closer, until my bared teeth were all he could see. “You’ve heard about me? Then you know a man like me doesn’t do shit like this.” I lifted a crumpled fistful of the scattered photos in one hand and shoved them into his chest. “Never killed a woman and never would. You’re so goddamn obsessed with takin’ down The Fallen, you can’t see what’s right in front’a your eyes? Why don’t you catch the motherfucker murderer slaying women from Vancouver to the Rez and then see if there’re any bodies still showin’ up?”
“Priest,” White suggested mildly over the cacophony outside the door of cops coming to their brethren’s rescue. “Release the man and sit down, will you? They have no cause to arrest you, but they will if you carry on much longer.”
I snapped my teeth in Moore’s face, delighting in his blown open pupils gone black with fear and the little diamonds of sweat crowning his lined forehead. He flinched in my grip, pulse a rapid tattoo against my fingers. I squeezed a little tighter just to see what exact shade of purple he would turn, then abruptly released him and swung off the table back into my seat as if nothing had happened.
The cops burst into the room, two with their guns raised, but I only sat there staring down the man who’d tried to use my past against me. I was the only one capable of doing that and one day, in the future when I could get to him without suspicion, he would know exactly why the scared Entrance cops sent him in to interrogate me instead of doing it themselves.
Moore sat there transfixed by the look in my eyes, fear gluin’ his pansy ass to the chair, his throat bobbing as he swallowed the tang of adrenaline off his tongue.
I leaned forward just slightly again to deliver my promise with a small, saccharine smile. “You don’t do your job and find ’im, I’ll do mine, you get me?”
Bea
I was exhausted.
But I did not want to sleep.
There was a restlessness flooding through me like lactic acid after a workout, burning in my muscles, twitching at my fingertips. I couldn’t sit, I couldn’t eat or sleep. I had to move, but tired as I was, my body went sluggishly through the air as if catching the molecules there like wind in my clothes.
Priest wasn’t with me.
No one told me where he was, but it was club business, Zeus had assured me, nothing too serious.
A bold-faced lie if only because all club business was serious shit.
I hadn’t seen Priest since the night before when he’d been inside me to the hilt. The ache of him still lingered there, a hollow pain that I somehow knew would ease if he would only slide back inside.
Harleigh Rose, Tayline, Cleo, Lila, and Loulou got tired of my pacing and daydreaming after I barely ate my dinner and hardly spoke to them while we sat around afterward playing with the babies. So, in typical Harleigh Rose and Lila fashion, they had declared we needed a night on the town.
I hadn’t been out since that fateful Halloween night and I was absolutely not in the mood to go to some sweaty, crowded club when I didn’t know where Priest was or where I stood with him. But they wouldn’t take no for an answer.
So, now I was at Sugar Nightclub in downtown Vancouver with my biker babes and five of The Fallen brothers who had insisted they join us because they hadn’t been out downtown in a while.
We knew they only came to protect us. The rough and tumble bikers so did not fit in at the hip, sleek downtown bar, but I kind of loved how everyone stared at them. They were gorgeous, but foreign, so of course, they had women all over them within minutes of entering the club.
I stood at the bar under the flashing coloured lights, the music vibrating the air all around me, Bat to my left with Dane, who wasn’t a brother, but was rarely separated from his sister, Lila, or Bat, and Wrath on my right. The rest of the girls were out on the dance floor with Boner and Blade. I watched as Lila and Harleigh Rose jumped up and down, yelling the words to ‘Crazy Train’ in each other’s faces. Loulou spun Cleo around under her arm then dipped her, laughing down at her as they danced together. A man tried to grab Harleigh Rose’s ass and Tay stepped in to push him away forcibly with a hip check.