Devil's Ride (Royal Bastards MC Tonopah, NV #3) - Nikki Landis Page 0,29
I looked up and saw Suraya. She was frowning. Something seemed a little off, but I wasn’t worried. She could be a little flighty.
“What’s up, babe? Sticking around to help me after all? You can’t keep ditching your shifts.” I was teasing but she didn’t smile.
“I suppose she’s been here then,” her lookalike announced. “Not a surprise. Only took me eight months to track her down this time.”
Lifting a brow, I almost thought she was crazy until I remembered Suraya mentioned a twin. She never said identical twin, but I guess that didn’t matter. “Sasha?”
“Yep. Glad you figured it out. She doesn’t usually tell people we’re identical. Thinks its hilarious or some shit.” She shook her head. “Nice to meet you. Are you a friend of Suraya’s?”
“One of her best friends. We used to be roommates.”
“Well, damn. Any idea where she is? My calls keep getting ignored and her voicemail is full.”
Typical Suraya. “Living with her biker boyfriend. Not sure when she’ll be around.”
Sasha’s shoulders slumped. “I was hoping to stay with her,” she admitted. “Know any cheap motels?”
“Not necessary. Her rent is paid up for the year. You can stay with me,” I offered.
“Wow! Thanks. I could really use the help until I get on my feet.”
“Know anything about bartending? Mixing drinks?”
“A little,” she admitted.
“If you can smile, pour a beer, and jiggle your tits then you’re hired.”
She laughed. “Yeah. I can manage all that.”
Didn’t take long at all for me to like Sasha as much as I adored Suraya. They were two sides of the same coin. Both beautiful and funny but where Suraya had no filter, Sasha was a bit more reserved and mature. They both brightened my life considerably. I counted it a blessing that I had such wonderful friends.
A month lapsed. There was no sign of trouble from that Razr guy and I grew a little complacent. Life returned to normal. Grim picked me up from the bar after my shift most nights. We’d go at it and fuck like crazy but then I’d go back home to my apartment with Sasha most of the time. He didn’t like it but Grim was learning that I wouldn’t give in on this issue. Things became a little strained, but I knew we would work through it.
The next night I was working the bar with Sasha again. The manager of the Blacktop didn’t care which of the sisters worked as long as he had a pretty girl to pass out drinks who wasn’t an idiot. For a Wednesday, it was packed. Sasha and I never got a break. Drink orders were nonstop.
Two hours before closing, the door swung open and bikers infiltrated the bar. I’d seen these guys before with Moby. He entered after the others and walked with a swagger. His head was held high like he was someone not to be messed with. Rolling my eyes at Sasha, I lowered my voice.
“That shorter guy with the reddish blond hair is Moby. He’s my stepbrother and he’s a dick.”
She nodded, narrowing her eyes. “Good to know. I’ll probably spin in his beer.”
I laughed. “I don’t want to know, and I don’t care.”
Her smile widened. “Who are the others?”
“Scorpions MC. Pres is Acid, I think. Moby used to mention is name. I don’t know the others.”
One of them was tall and sexy, his smile a little too dark and unsettling for me but Sasha liked him right away. They hit it off and before I knew it, she was dating him. His name was Zook and she said he was hot in bed and just the kind of distraction that she needed.
I couldn’t help but think that was a mistake. He had this cold stare that made my skin crawl. Acid was worse. He watched us often when he came in but never said much. He didn’t come up to the bar either. His MC guys always snatched a waitress or walked up to us when they needed another drink.
Almost felt like the bar was being stalked. Acid and the Scorpions usually only showed up when Grim was gone with club business. When Grim showed to pick me up, they were gone. I never thought to mention it to him. Didn’t seem important. I wasn’t in danger. Or so I believed. After all, my dipshit stepbrother was a prospect. Had to mean these guys weren’t the sharpest tools in the shed.
Moby sauntered up to the bar as I wiped the surface clean. His drunken ass could barely