So Misty’s gone. Why the hell do I feel so shitty about it? I should’ve asked for her number. This is lame as hell. I should be riding with my brothers instead of drinking shitty coffee and hoping the bitch waitress lied to me. Fucking pitiful. I’m outta here.
With force, he pushed the coffee away from him, the dark liquid spilling onto the table. He grabbed the bill and went to the cashier. Without a glance at Holly, who’d positioned herself right next to the cash register, he paid and went outside.
He looked at all the trucks, and at the women who walked back and forth around them.
“You’re good-looking. Where did you come from? I’ve never seen you before.”
He looked over his shoulder at the woman in the rusty chair. “Just passing through.”
“You a long-haul driver?”
“Nope.”
“I could tell you weren’t. I bet that gorgeous dark green Harley’s yours.”
“It is. Do you know Misty?”
Holding her hand up to block the sun, she nodded. “You looking for her?”
“Yeah.”
Shaking her head, she clucked her tongue. “The young ones have the tight asses and perky tits, but I’ve got the experience. I can give you a better time than she ever could.”
“I’m not looking for that. I just need to talk to her.”
She scrunched her face. “You her brother or something?”
“Do you know where she is or not?”
“You don’t go in for small talk, do you?” She chuckled and resumed rubbing her feet. “She took off with that no-good pimp Bobby. They left a couple of days ago in the early hours.”
Fuck. The bitch told me the truth.“Where were they going?”
“I dunno. I just saw him and the three women take off. A lot of them people just stay around for a few months and then move on to another lot. I’ve been here for a long time, seen all sorts of people come and go. It’s the nature of the business.”
That’s it, then.“Thanks.” He went over to his Harley.
“Hey. My name’s Shirley.”
Without looking at her, he adjusted his rearview mirror.
“You got a name?”
“Yeah.” He switched on the engine.
She walked over to him. “If you were around when I was younger, you’d be all up my ass.” She smiled, her stained and rotted teeth peeking out from behind her lips.
He jerked his head at her, backed up, and rode away.
Three hours later, he pulled into a large grassy area where booths, a couple of stages, and a lot of cool bikes filled the space. Spotting Cueball’s silver Harley, he made his way over.
“Dude,” Cueball said as he bumped fists with him. “We thought you’d be a lot longer. Army said you were getting some pussy.”
“Army’s a fucking asshole. Do you see the tents?” Cueball nodded.
A lot of the bike rallies rented out tents, especially the smaller ones, and Goldie had reserved a few of them a couple of weeks before. They’d spend the weekend at the rally, and then he and Chains would stop by and spend a night or two with Kendra.
Paco hated that he gave a shit about Misty leaving so much so that he wasn’t really into the rally. The way he was reacting to never seeing her again surprised him. He barely knew her, and he’d placed his heart in a rock-solid steel case ever since he and Cassie had broken up.Now why the fuck am I thinking abouther? Ever since Misty and I crossed paths, all sorts of shit’s been brewing inside me.