Thrill Seeker (Kings of Vengeance MC Book 5) - Winter Travers Page 0,14
hide your past?” Rhino laughed.
“Not hiding anything, but I also don’t need to be airing my personal business out there, either,” I pointed out.
“Aw, he thinks he has personal business when he’s part of the Kings of Vengeance,” Zephyr chuckled. “Haven’t you learned by now that there are no fucking secrets around here, brother? Just ask Rhino’s mom.”
Rhino lunged for Zephyr. “Say it one more time, fucker. Try me.”
Zephyr raised his hands and took a step back toward the door. “Brother, I am so sorry. Please don’t hit me because your mama loves my face.”
He darted out the open door with Rhino hot on his heels.
Sledge chuckled. “We are a bunch of fucking idiots.”
“That’s the truth,” I agreed.
“You meeting up with the ol’ lady tonight?” he asked.
“I really don’t want to talk about Deedra, Sledge.”
“I don’t expect you to give us every detail of your life story, Point, but hiding the fact you have a wife is kind of big.”
I ran my fingers through my hair. “I don’t want to talk about it because I don’t know what to say. Maybe after tonight, I’ll have some more to say about it.”
“Things didn’t end between you two?”
Fucking Sledge. He wasn’t getting the point I did not want to talk about Deedra. “We imploded, brother, and I was a fool who didn’t see it coming.”
He nodded. “Well, just know we’re here if you need anything. Even if you just wanna drink and bitch.” He headed out of the room, and I was left alone.
I was good at the drinking part. I wasn’t too keen on bitching about my own shit to someone else.
The only person I wanted to talk about Deedra with was Deedra.
She was the only one who had the answers I needed.
Tonight, I was going to get them.
*
Chapter Eight
Drop it…
Deedra
“What are you dressed up for?”
“I’m not dressed up.” I was. I reached down and tugged on the hem of my dress. It hadn’t seemed short when I stood in front of the mirror at home, but now it felt like my ass was hanging out.
Yeah, I was wearing a dress. I never wore dresses. It was typically dress slacks if I was on air or jeans if I was out chasing a story. Dresses weren’t conducive to me doing my job.
“You never look like this.”
I glared at my informant, Joseph. “Like what?”
“Approachable.”
Again with this bullshit. “Are you telling me that because I put a dress on, I look less like a bitch?” Talk about judging a book by its cover.
“Whoa, whoa,” Joseph laughed. “I don’t think the word bitch came out of my mouth, did it?”
My shoulders sagged, and I sighed. “You didn’t. I’m just dealing with some stuff. Sorry.” Dealing with the apparently well-known fact that I was a bitch, and I was the last to know it.
“Someone not treating you right, mama?”
I laughed. “What have I told you about calling me mama, Joseph?”
He hung his head and sighed. “That it creeps you out because you possibly could be my mom.”
“I would have been pregnant at thirteen, Joseph, but it’s possible. You make me feel old.”
Joseph was eighteen and had been on the streets for two years. He told me living in a cardboard box was better than being at home with his mom and dad. It made me wonder how bad things really were for him there.
He leaned against the brick wall of the restaurant where I was meeting Point.
Since Point insisted we get together at eight, I had moved my meet with Joseph to right before. I had actually left work early to run to the mall for a new outfit and then spent all afternoon primping and pampering myself. I kept repeating over and over that I was just treating myself, and it wasn’t because of Point. I needed a dress to have in my closet.
I didn’t even believe it after I finished shaving my legs and slipped on the dark blue dress. Strapless and form-fitting around my chest, it then flared out when it hit my waist. Paired with my black kitten heels, it looked like I was trying to impress someone.
Someone being Point.
Ugh.
“Didn’t even let me shoot my shot,” Joseph laughed. “Here I thought you and I were starting a thing.”
I opened my purse and handed him an envelope. “I figured you would have done the math. I’m thirteen years older than you, Joseph. You’d be much better off finding a woman who isn’t old and crusty. Or bitchy.”
Joseph grabbed the envelope and peeked