Thrill Seeker (Kings of Vengeance MC Book 5) - Winter Travers Page 0,19
part of the fucking club, Deedra. Who from the club is telling you our business?” She had about ten seconds before I lost my shit.
“No one from the club told me anything. Do you really think everything you guys do is a secret?” She laughed and shook her head. “It’s not like you guys move around underneath invisibility cloaks or something.”
“Who. Told. You.”
She rolled her eyes. “My informant who has no connection to the club. He has a friend who saw one of you guys looking at property and overheard him talking about opening a strip club. Honestly, Point. I’m glad that you found the club and they became your family, but you’re wound a little tight.” She sipped from her tea. “I think you need to have a beer or something.”
I wasn’t wound tight. I just didn’t want people knowing shit about the club that wasn’t public knowledge yet. “And what in the fuck is an invisibility cloak?”
Her jaw dropped. “You don’t know what an invisibility cloak is?” she gasped. “Have you never seen Harry Potter?”
“I don’t watch shit movies.” I actually didn’t watch movies, period. I didn’t have three hours to sit down and stare at the TV. A TV show now and then, sure. A long ass movie? No.
She clutched her hand to her chest and struggled to breath. “How did you just call Harry Potter shit? I mean, I’m not a huge fan of the fifth one, but you need it to tell the story.”
“Been busy doing other shit. Now back to the person who told you about the club.” It had been my own fault to distract her from telling me about who told her information about the club.
“Gawd, Point. I thought I beat things to death.” She moved her cup to the side and made room for the plates the waitress was bringing over. “He’s the kid you saw me out front with.”
The waitress set the plates down and pulled a bottle of ketchup from her pocket. She asked if we needed anything else, but I dismissed her with a shake of my head.
“What’s his name?” I grunted.
Deedra took the top off her burger. “Uh, I’m not telling you his name. I do that, you find him, yell at him, and then he never talks to me again. Although, I’m pretty sure he dried up with information because I think there was something else he wanted to tell me but he was too afraid to.”
She poured an obscene amount of ketchup on her burger and slapped the top bun back on.
“Name,” I growled.
“No. You’re not gonna get it from me, Point. If he would have said anything bad about you or the club, then I would tell you. What he told me is pretty much public knowledge to anyone that was there. Knock off the caveman biker shit.”
I growled but didn’t persue it. “If you hear anything more about the club that doesn’t come from the club, then you need to tell me.” No one needed to be talking about the club.
She rolled her eyes. “As if you guys are that interesting. I didn’t really know much about you guys until I did the story about Queenie and Gunner.” She leaned forward. “It might be crazy, but there is more going on in Whitmore than your motorcycle club.”
“Because that is how we want it, Deedra. We’re not into broadcasting our business to the whole world.”
She took a huge bite of her burger. “Then it’s a good thing no one cares.” She set her burger down and moved to her steaming bowl of soup. “Eat your food before it gets cold. I don’t want to hear you complain that your French fries are shit because you let them sit.”
“I’m not joking about this, Deedra. I know the club is some little joke to you, but there are things going on that no one needs to know about.”
She wiped her mouth with her napkin. “You know words like that excite me, Point. What is going on that no one needs to know about?” Her eyes lit up and she quirked an eyebrow.
And just like that, her little quip calmed me. I chuckled and shook my head. “Just let me know if your little informant knows anything else about the club.”
She saluted me. “You got it, Mr. Biker.”
“That what you’re gonna call me now?”
She shrugged and took another bite of her burger. “If the shoe fits. Might as well put that sucker on and lace it up,