Thrill Seeker (Kings of Vengeance MC Book 5) - Winter Travers Page 0,17
Point had changed and actually became a part of something that was bigger than him. “And why do the girls need someone watching over them?” I questioned. Seemed rather overbearing to me.
“Because,” he replied bluntly.
“Because, why?” I countered. There was way more behind what Point was saying. I smelled a story. At least an interesting fact or tidbit.
“Because things are going on that you don’t need to know about, Deedra.”
“What don’t I need to know about?”
“Fuck’s sake, woman. This right here is why you’re a good reporter. You just bug and bug ‘til you get the info you want.” He chuckled and shook his head.
That was right. I had the patience of a saint and went after something like a dog on a bone. “So, tell me why the girls need someone always watching them.”
Point opened his menu. “I think I’m going to have the patty melt and fries. What about you?”
“Burger and the soup of the day.” I didn’t need to look at the menu. I had spotted the board on the way in saying what the soup of the day was, and you never could go wrong with a burger at a diner. “What’s going on that the girls need someone watching over them?” I asked again.
“Nothing.”
The waitress came over and set two tall glasses of water in front of us. “Can I get you two anything else to drink?”
I smiled up at the waitress. “Unsweet tea for me.” She was interrupting my interrogation of Point, but she was just doing her job. “And two packets of Splenda.”
“Coke.”
The waitress walked away, and Point closed his menu. “Why don’t you just get sweet tea if you’re just going to add sugar to your unsweet tea?”
“Because I don’t want sugar. I want Splenda.” I struggled with my weight the way it was. If I was going to be naughty and have sugar, I liked to eat it, not drink it. “What’s going on with the club?”
“Nothing, Deedra. Now drop it.”
His tone was final but I had to try at least one more time. “Come on, Point. I don’t kno—”
“Stop,” he growled. He leaned toward me. “There are places you shouldn’t stick your nose, Deedra, if you want to have a nose left. You have nothing to do with my club and don’t need to know why we do things the way we do.” His eyes darkened, and his lip snarled. “Drop. It.”
I sat back and held up my hands defensively. Maybe I crossed that invisible line. “Got it.”
*
Chapter Nine
Running…
Point
Fucking hell.
I had forgotten how relentless Deedra was when she wanted to know something.
There wasn’t anything to tell about the club. Not to someone who wasn’t a part of it.
With so much shit that had been going on with the club, we were all just cautious about anyone being out on their own. The girls were good about finding trouble wherever they went, so it was just best to have a brother or two with them when they went out.
“Did you get your story done today?” I asked.
Deedra shrugged. She was pissed. I knew it wasn’t often when she didn’t get the story she was after. She was sniffing around for one about the club, but she wasn’t going to get it. “Pat was working on editing when I left work today. I’ve got a couple of other ones I’m working on. I’m assuming they’ll be up in the next couple of days.”
“What other story did you work on?”
“Potholes around town,” she said simply.
“On Main Street?” I guessed.
She pursed her lips. “Uh, yeah. How did you know?”
I chuckled and sat back in the booth. “Swear to Christ, I almost lost my bike in one the other day. Fucking ridiculous, they let it get as bad as it is.”
“Oh, sure,” she muttered. “I’m sure it’s hard dodging them on a bike.”
That was an understatement. “So, what have you been up to for the past three years?” Time to get to the information I wanted. Where had Deedra been and what had she been up to?
“We’re gonna act like you didn’t go all cranky biker on me?” She rolled her eyes and sighed. “Typical.”
I leveled my gaze on her. “We’re gonna act like you weren’t going all reporter on me when I told you to stop three times?”
She folded her arms over her chest. “Whatever.”
The waitress came back with our drinks. “Okay, what can I get you two to eat?”
I ordered for both of us, and the waitress left with a smile.
“I could have