had spent with her, I could see why everyone was so torn up over her death. It was bullshit she had been murdered and now the Bastards wanted answers as to why.
Six-Gun pushed his sunglasses on top of his head and looked around. “Possibly. We’re looking everywhere we can right now.”
“And there might be answers in there?” I asked.
Six-Gun nodded and held out his hand to me. “Hopefully.”
I looked down at his hand. I could easily not put my hand in his. Just walk away. And he would be okay with it. He kept giving me the option and control to decide what was going to happen.
Hell, the man didn’t pressure me at all.
I placed my hand in his, and he held it gently. He held it like if he wasn’t careful, I would break.
Would I break?
Maybe a month ago I might have, but I was starting to feel stronger. I was starting to feel like I could live again.
It wasn’t going to be like it was before, but it could be good.
He threaded his fingers through mine and led me into the store.
There wasn’t anything special about this store. It was like any other auto parts store I had been in before. It was crazy to think that we might be able to get information about Leona from inside these walls.
“Can I help you?” the young kid at the front counter called.
“Mick around?” Six-Gun called.
“I think he’s in aisle seven restocking oil.”
Six-Gun nodded and led me over to aisle seven.
“Should I stay here?” I asked him when we reached the aisle.
Six-Gun shook his head. “Not letting you out of my sight.”
I rolled my eyes. “I know how you guys are when it comes to club business. Plus, it’s not like anyone is going to hurt me when you’re ten feet away.”
He tightened his grip on my hand. “You stay with me.”
He pulled me down the aisle toward a tall, slender man putting containers of oil on the shelf.
“Mick?” Six-Gun called.
The guy startled and looked toward us. “Uh, yeah.” His eyes went to the patch on Six-Gun’s cut. “You Six-Gun?”
We stop in front of the guy, and Six-Gun held out his other hand to the guy. “That’s me. It’s good to meet you.”
Mick shook Six-Gun’s hand and looked around nervously. “I’ll see about taking my break, and then, we can talk.”
Six-Gun nodded his head. “Sounds good. Some peace and quiet would be good.”
“Meet me out front in two minutes. I need to let Johnny know I’m going out.”
Six-Gun and I stepped to the side and let Mick lead the way back up front.
We walked out the front door, and Six-Gun kept his eye on Mick through the large window.
“You don’t think he’s going to run, do you?” I asked.
Six-Gun shook his head. “No. He knows I’m not looking for anything to do with him. He used to run with the prez of Devil’s Rebels, and I just want some info he might have.”
“Does he still hang out with them?” If Mick still was friends with the guy, maybe Mick was setting us up for something.
Six-Gun shook his head. “No. Not as far as I could find out.”
Mick grabbed his coat from behind the counter and walked out the front door. He motioned to follow him around the building.
“Are you sure this is safe?” I whispered.
Six-Gun chuckled. “We’ll be fine, doll. I can get a good sense of people when I meet them, and I know Mick isn’t going to hurt us.”
I eyed Six-Gun warily. “Is that like the biker sixth sense or something?” I muttered.
He winked. “Or something.”
We stopped by a large dumpster in the back of the building. Mick pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered one to Six-Gun and me. I shook my head, but Six-Gun took one.
Mick lit his cigarette and then handed the lighter to Six-Gun. “Easy ride out here today?” he asked.
Six-Gun lit his cigarette and blew out a plume of smoke. “Good as can be expected. The weather was good for it.” He handed the lighter back to Mick.
“So, you were wanting to know about Menace and Barracuda, huh?” Mick asked.
Six-Gun nodded. “Was wondering if they had any past issues. Doesn’t matter what is was, we want to know.”
Mick nodded. “They were pretty good friends growing up. Back then, they were Buddy and James. After we graduated high school, they both got into riding motorcycles and living the outlaw life.”
“You, too?” Six-Gun asked.
Mick shrugged. “Sort of. I wasn’t into it as much as