Thrill Seeker (Kings of Vengeance MC Book 5) - Winter Travers Page 0,18

ordered my food,” she muttered.

“You used to like when I ordered for you. You’re just a brat because I’m not telling you what you want.” Deedra was a piranha when she was working. Taking no shit and doing everything she could to get the story. When she would come home, she liked to unwind and not have to do anything.

“I’m not a brat,” she mumbled. She ripped open the packets of Splenda and dumped them into her drink. “Next thing, you’re going to call me a bitch like all of your friends did.”

“Whoa, whoa,” I laughed. “No one called you a bitch exactly. I think it was bitchiness that was said. You’re the one who said bitch.”

“That’s not splitting hairs at all, Point.” She rolled her eyes. “And, I’m pretty sure they said I wasn’t friendly.”

I shook my head. “No, Dee. Your camera guy said the viewers didn’t think you were friendly.” She wasn’t going to go blaming everything on the girls when it was her camera guy who had started it.

“Well, no one seemed to disagree with it.” She pulled the wrapper off her straw and stuck it in her cup.

“When did you start caring about what people think of you?” Deedra was never one to care if someone liked her or not. She lived how she wanted to, and if someone didn’t like it, she told ‘em to fuck off.

She shrugged and swirled her straw around in her cup. “Having it said straight to my face is a little different.”

“You know you’re not a bitch, Deedra. That is the furthest from the truth, and you know it.” I took a sip of my drink. “You think we can actually talk about what we came here for?”

“Um.” She took a sip of her tea. “I think I’d rather talk about how big of a bitch I am. My feelings can handle that better.”

“Not happening.” I had a list of questions for Deedra, and I wanted to know the answers to them. “What have you been up to?”

“Working, Point. The thing I was always doing when we were together.”

I shrugged. “I don’t know about that. You always made time for me.”

Sure, Deedra worked a lot, but you kind of need to do that if you want to have a comfortable life. It was also her dream. She wanted more than anything to find the next big story and be the first one to report it.

Hell, no matter what she needed to do to get it, she did. I always thought she got off on the thrill of the possible danger.

“What have you been doing?” she countered.

I pointed to the patch on my chest. “Joined an MC after I kicked my drinking problem. Got a group of guys who’d die for me. The usual,” I chuckled.

“You always were good at making friends,” she muttered.

The club was more than friends. “They’re my family, Dee.”

She nodded. “I’ve seen Sons of Anarchy, Point. I get it.”

“Uh, not sure that’s accurate but okay.”

She rolled her eyes. “I mean, I get the whole brotherhood thing. I hope you’re not doing half of the stuff they did on the show.”

I cleared my throat.

“Jesus, Point. Please don’t put me in the position where I have to report on what your dumbass is doing.”

I held up my hands. “I plead the fifth when it comes to you, Dee. I know you are always looking for your next story.”

“I already know you guys are opening a strip club.” She leaned forward. “Are you seriously going to use the old funeral home?” she whispered.

What in the fuck? “You wanna tell me how the hell you know any of what you just said?” How the hell did Deedra know about the funeral home? Hell, how the fuck did she know that we were planning on opening a strip club? We didn’t broadcast our business for anyone.

“You know I have connections, Point. I don’t know why you’re surprised.” As if that was going to be a good enough explanation.

“I’m surprised because I didn’t know any of what you just said until earlier today. Who the fuck do you have snitching? Is it fucking Core?” I hadn’t recognized the kid she had been talking to earlier so I didn’t know how he would have known anything about the club. It had to be someone connected to the club.

Swear to God if it was Core, I was going to kick his ass personally.

She tipped her head to the side. “I don’t know who that is.”

“He’s