Widow's Undoing (Ruthless Sinners MC #4) - L. Wilder Page 0,24
you don’t mind.”
“I’m sure.” As I started walking back to the truck, I told her, “I’ll be over at your place around five.”
“Sounds good. Thanks, Widow!”
I didn’t respond. Hell, I’d already said enough.
While there are some who wouldn’t understand, I had my reasons for keeping outsiders at bay. I had my father’s blood pumping through my body, his words stuck in my head, and if that wasn’t enough, I had his same short fuse. There was only one way I could protect others from my madness, and that was to keep my fucking distance and never let anyone get too close. I knew that, and yet, I’d made plans to see Frankie again. Damn. What the fuck was I doing?
Chapter 6
Frankie
I’d thought I’d seen the last of my mysterious biker, so needless to say, I was rather surprised to find him standing in the coffee shop’s parking lot. Even though I’d invited him, I didn’t expect him to actually come. I probably should’ve never invited him in the first place—he was a member of the Ruthless Sinners MC after all. Of course, I didn’t even know who the Ruthless Sinners were until Corry told me. It seemed the kid knew everything there was to know about them—including the fact that they were known to be dangerous. After years of seeing absolutely no spark of interest in my son’s eyes, my child was practically busting at the seams as he told me all about Widow’s club and their way of life. It was a lot to take in, but it gave me a little better understanding of Widow and his oddly protective behavior.
After he left the parking lot, I got my inventory log out of my backseat and headed back into the coffee shop. As soon as I walked back into the store, my sister Sydney asked, “So, who’s the hot guy?”
“What hot guy?”
“The one you were just talking to in the parking lot.”
“Oh, that was just Widow,” I answered innocently.
Sydney was several years younger than me. She was still single with no kids, and even though she was taking a few classes at our local community college, she wasn’t in a big rush to graduate. I didn’t mind. I liked having her there at the coffee shop with me. Her brows furrowed as she asked, “Widow?”
“I told you about him...He’s the guy who helped Sean and I fix the flat the other night.”
“You never told me his name was Widow.” Sydney perched her hand on her hip as she fussed, “And you certainly didn’t tell me that the guy was smokin’ hot!”
“I guess I just forgot.”
“You forgot to tell me that the man looks like he came right out of Play Girl magazine! Are you kidding me?” She tossed her long, red hair back and batted her eyes as she looked up at the ceiling. “Oh my God. The things I could do to that man. I can’t believe you’d even think of passing that up!”
Sydney and I had always been polar opposites. Where I was older and more reserved, she was young and carefree. I overthought everything, and she always acted on a whim. I was single with two kids, and she had none. The only thing we had in common was the fact that we were both single, but that didn’t stop us from being the best of friends. We told each other everything, so I understood why she was surprised I hadn’t told her more about my encounter with Widow. I gave her a light shrug as I said, “He’s very handsome, but...”
“No buts, sis. He’s hot, and I could tell from all the way in here that he was looking at you like you were a snack! I’m telling ya, you should get you some of that.”
“You and I both know I’m not the kind to ‘get me some of that’, Sydney.”
“Well, you should be.” Her expression softened as she said, “And I’m being serious when I say that. You’re always so busy doing for everyone else. You never think about doing anything for yourself.”
“You think hooking up with someone like Widow would be doing something for myself?” I scoffed.
“Absolutely!”
“I’d just end up with an even more screwed-up ego. A guy like him could have any woman he wants. There’s no way he’d waste his time on someone like me.”
“Oh really?” She crossed her arms with a condescending look. “Then why was he out in our parking lot today?”