beating the life right outta anyone who goes near her and tries to stay the hell away himself.
It was easier for him back when she still looked like a kid. He just treated her the same way he did Trink and was done with it. Then a few years back we get a call to bring her out to the Bay, her school year cut short at the discovery of this sister of hers and she walks out with a guy draped all over her.
He was way too fucking interested and she was smiling at him like he hung the fucking moon for her.
She has Rue's full fucking attention now.
The whole lot of it, every grumpy minute.
I decide I'm done with this conversation and head back into the clubhouse, ready to drink enough to forget all about this fucking night and the fact that Angel exists. Fuck, she probably had gone back home to fuck her boyfriend.
I’m still not convinced she doesn’t have one.
I’m really not sure that I won’t kill the fucker if I find him.
Chapter Thirteen
Angel
Poe invites me over to her house to help her out with her homework while Tomi is out on club business and can’t help her.
She gets the message to me through Speck and he passes on her address, telling me to head there after my early finish that week.
I arrive just after midnight to find two guys sitting on her couch, sharing pizzas and talking a whole lot of shit with each other. They're very obviously twins, identical but not. One of them is laughing and joking, the picture of playful shit-talking, and the other is messing around but quieter, more reserved. When I walk in the quiet one shoves his brother and scowls at me.
I pause in the doorway and Poe ducks around me. "That's Lawson and the scowling dick is Lyndon. Ignore Lyn, he's weird about new people. Trust issues or some shit."
He glares at her and she shrugs. "Tell me I'm wrong, asshole. Angel is here to help us so stop glaring. I'll kick you the hell out too."
She realizes what she's said and bites her lip, glancing over her shoulder at me. "Trink was going to study with us but... she's weird about strippers. It's not you, I swear."
I shrug and try not to be so freaking awkward as I step into the room. "It's fine. I mean, I'm sorry you had to kick her out or whatever, but I don't blame her. What do you guys have?"
Poe hands over a whole pile of worksheets and a textbook. And then heads into the kitchen to grab us all drinks and snacks. When I look the pages over it's all shit I'm good at, thank God, and I get them set up and working in no time. Lawson keeps his eyes on Poe and what she's doing but it feels pretty... familial. They must all be related or something, because he jokes around with her like she's his little sister or something.
Lyndon just keeps staring at me like I killed his goddamn puppy.
After an hour of it I decide I can't take another second of it. "Look, there's only half a page left. I'll get going."
Lawson punches his brother in the arm. "Stop being a fucking asshole."
Lyndon shrugs. "I don't trust strippers. The fact that you can do math like this makes me trust you even less. You're either a spy for the Demons or an undercover cop."
I choke on my coke.
"You think I'm a cop? Are you for fucking real right now? Jesus." My skin is crawling.
Poe watches me closely and shrugs. "Thorn's a cop and he's not so bad."
Lyn glares at her. "That's different. He's family."
I lean back in my chair and try not to shake like a fucking leaf. Lawson rubs at his temple as he works through the equations but Poe and Lyn settle into a full blown out-n-out fight.
"The club don't think he is. Fuck Diesel wants to rip his goddamn throat out, so your argument is a pile of shit."
"Poe, my argument isn't about your brother. It's about whether there's a stripper at The Boulevard that's there to spy on the club and send another brother away for hard time. You want Tomi in lockup? Hell, if it were Rue chasing her you’d care a helluva lot more.”
I grab my bag, ready to leave and Poe finally snaps, "Leave Lyn. I'm hanging out with my friend, whether you like her or not, that's what