My eyes close as the tequila and salty goodness hit my tongue. “I know, I know. I went out the first night I got here with my friend, Freya, and it didn’t go well.” Or went too well, depending on how you look at it. “So I’ve been focusing on work and settling in. Damn, that is a good margarita.”
“Right? Opal is my favourite spot. Good drinks, good food, and all the hot professionals come in for a drink after work.” She nods toward a table of four men dressed in business attire and mouths to me, Lawyers.
One of them looks over, catching my eye, and smiles.
Oh boy.
My eyes snap back to Tegan, who laughs softly, sliding the menu my way. “Now, are we eating or are we on a liquid diet tonight?”
The spicy margarita goes down a little too easily, and I find myself wanting another one. “Liquid.”
She claps her hands. “I knew you were my kind of girl.” She orders another two, then turns back to me. “Now, Kenzie, tell me what had you looking like you wanted to run out of school today?”
Wincing at the reminder, I tell her all about Chance.
What the hell does it matter?
It might be nice to have someone on my side.
5
CHANCE
I’ve never taken a woman out on a dinner date before. I don’t even remember taking Cash’s mother out, but our relationship wasn’t really like that.
So I’m a mix of angry and amused when Mackenzie isn’t home when I show up at her house. I even came early, knowing I might have to convince her to come with me, but I didn’t think she would bail.
I have to admit, this is a game that I’m enjoying playing. Women don’t turn me down, and I never have to chase them.
But I might like this a little too much.
Getting on my bike, I ride around town, seeing her car at Opal, a fancy cocktail bar I have never stepped into. It’s around the corner from Steel, but not the type of place bikers typically hang out. I suppose that’s why she went there. As I park my bike, I consider how I’m going to play this. Maybe she’s had a few drinks and won’t be as uptight as she usually is. Just as I get off my bike, my phone rings.
“Yeah?”
“Shipment came in. We have a problem,” Lust says.
“What now?” I ask, frowning.
“Some items are missing,” he explains.
“Fuck. Give me ten, and I’ll be there.”
Getting back on my bike, I stare up at Opal longingly before riding back to the clubhouse. Since we’ve been focusing on marijuana for the last few months, medicinal and otherwise, this gun shipment has been the first in a long time. Someone better not have stolen from us, or there is going to be hell to pay.
When I get back to the clubhouse, I head down to the basement where Lust, Warden, our enforcer, and Gunner, are standing over the shipment.
“How many?” I ask, scanning the guns all laid out.
“Twenty missing,” Warden states, running a hand over his bald head. His onyx eyes lift to mine. “We need to speak to Jack and ask him what the hell happened.”
Jack is our contact and the man who transports the weapons. “I’ll call him now.”
I try a few times, but my calls go to voicemail. Heading into the security room, I check the cameras and watch the guns being delivered. Nothing seems amiss, but I watch it again just to be sure.
“Who the fuck is meant to be in the security room?” I ask, storming back down the stairs.
Lust is sitting at the kitchen table, eating an apple with a knife. “Zeek, but he had some family emergency and left. Eagle is going to cover for him when he’s done with Honey.”