Six-Gun - Winter Travers Page 0,2
to Mitzy. I quickly changed my shoes and pulled on my coat over my uniform. I grabbed my purse from the locker and dropped my shoes inside. I didn’t even have to look to my left to know that Six-Gun was standing there, waiting for me, when I stepped out the back door.
Every night…he was there.
It never changed.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice low and gruff. Sometimes I wondered if he gargled gravel to get that sexy growl.
I nodded and pasted a smile on my face. “Yup.”
Six-Gun turned and led the way to his motorcycle parked on the side of the building.
He didn’t say much.
At least, not to me.
Most of the time I liked that. He didn’t put any pressure on me to talk.
He was always around, though. I had asked Raelyn if he had been tasked with keeping an eye on me, but she had told me she didn’t know. Raelyn may be an ol’ lady, but that didn’t mean she was privy to everything going on with the club.
God knew she demanded to know more, especially about Leona’s killer, but she didn’t get far with her endeavor.
“Can we stop at the gas station on the way?” I asked softly.
Six-Gun glanced over his shoulder at me. “Sure.” If he was surprised by my request, I couldn’t tell.
Thankfully, he didn’t ask why.
Aunt Flo had decided to visit in the middle of my shift, and I had luckily been able to borrow a tampon from one of the other waitresses at the club. That had been three hours ago, and Aunt Flo was in full swing already. I needed to get some more tampons, or things were going to get real awkward, real quick.
Six-Gun swung his leg over his bike, and then, I did the same. He cranked up the bike, and I placed my hands on his waist. I had tried to ride without having to hold onto him the first time, but that hadn’t lasted long because I almost fell off when he turned.
“Uh, can we go to the one on Tenth?” It was out of the way, but it was a much nicer gas station than what we passed on the way back to the clubhouse.
“Whatever you want.” His tone was even, and I couldn’t read anything into the words about what he was thinking.
I never could.
He always talked to me the same.
As much as I tried, I couldn’t read the man. He handled me gently, like I was going to break at any instant, but he wasn’t overbearing in any sense of the word.
We headed in the opposite direction of the clubhouse and toward the gas station that was more like a small grocery store that also sold gas.
There weren’t many places open at this time of night, but thankfully, that one was.
We pulled up to one of the pumps, and I jumped off.
“Just wait,” Six-Gun advised. “I need to fill up first.” He slipped off the bike and twisted off the gas cap.
“I’ll just run inside and get what I need.” I didn’t need Six-Gun following me down the tampon aisle. That was one embarrassment I’d pass on.
“You’re not going anywhere without me. You can wait until after I fill up.”
“Why can’t I go inside? By the time you finish filling up, I’ll be back out here.”
Six-Gun shook his head and pulled out his wallet. “No.” He stuck his card into the pump and then pulled it out. “No one goes anywhere alone.”
“You can see me from here.” I pointed to the gas station, where the large windows allowed a view of everything inside. “I’m going in.”
Six-Gun grabbed my hand.
I froze, and all air left my lungs. My eyes dropped to his hand on mine.
He was touching me.
No one had touched me in months.
“Let me go,” I wheezed.
He instantly dropped my hand and stepped back. “Sorry. I just don’t want you going anywhere without me, Memphis,” he explained softly.
I couldn’t shake the feeling of his hand on mine.
My brain knew that Six-Gun would never hurt me, but my body cried out in protest.
Too many times, I had been touched without my permission.
I had touched Six-Gun when we rode on his bike, but that was me deciding to do it.
“I, uh, I just don’t…” I let my words trail off because I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say.
I don’t want to be touched without my permission.
Everyone felt that way. Why was it so hard for me to say it out loud without feeling guilty?
“Is this because of