The speaker—a bored Irish girl in a buttoned up leather halter top and tight, cut-off denim shorts—slipped into the seat next to me with practiced ease. She propped her head up to look at me, diluted emerald eyes fluttering. It was an expression that was just flirty enough, keeping this interaction from feeling too forced. I knew immediately that she was an old lady—a girl claimed by one of the much older Road Devils club members sitting across the room. They'd sent her over to feel me out; to see if I was a cop, a part of a rival MC, or just some stupid fuck that had lost his way. This charming dove was a warning shot. They wanted me to know they were watching and that I should vacate the bar while I still had use of my legs enough to walk out of here. Otherwise, I'd end up leaving in a black body bag. “Trouble, to most,” I said with an easy smile. A spark of interest flashed across her eyes. Maybe I was looking for a black bag my size. It would certainly explain my compulsion for shitty bars like these.
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