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been. Just shopping for
herself had been a first-time experience.
    The
door opened and Demon walked in with Lefty by his side. “How are things working
out here? Taffy?” Demon asked. He spoke softly, but there was a hefty weight
behind the words.
    His
dark gaze swept over her leaving her feeling exposed. The man didn’t miss a
thing. “It’s going well.”
    “The
others going to agree with that statement?” Lefty all but spat at her.
    “What
would be the point of lying when you’re just going to ask them?” She rolled her
eyes.
    “I
don’t know why the fuck you do the things you do, Taffy. ”
    “Symone.
It’s Symone now.”
    Lefty
narrowed his eyes.
    The
aggression made her hackles rise. She’d hurt his woman and now, he was out for
blood.
    “If
she says she’s square, I believe her. Lying wouldn’t get her anywhere,” Demon
interjected.
    Lefty
snarled.
    “Look
all I want is to make my own way. You put me up. Chase found me this
job. I don’t owe you anything and that’s the way it’s going to stay.”
    “Bullshit.
You owe Gia everything.”
    “Well,
you aren’t her, are you?” she countered.
    “Keep
pushing me. You won’t like what happens next.”
    “You’re
meddling in something that’s not your business. Whatever I have going on with
Gia is between us.”
    “Everything
to do with her is my business.” His jaw ticked.
    “We
got a problem here?”
    A
man’s voice had never sounded like music to her ears before.
    “I
don’t know, is there?” Lefty asked.
    “No,
no problem. They were just seeing how I fit in,” Symone said quickly. The last
thing she wanted was this man, who for some reason saw something in her to be
protected, to get into trouble.
    “She’s
doing a great job.” Monster placed his hand on the back of her chair.
    Her
stomach clenched. She wanted to scoot her chair away and lean against his large
frame at the same time.
    “Must
be. It’s not like you to speak up about shit,” Demon said, obviously amused.
    “I
just call it like I see it,” he replied.
    “Alright
then.” Demon nodded. “I heard all I need to hear.” He turned and headed for the
bay, leaving a stunned Lefty behind.
    He
closed his mouth and spun to follow Demon.
    She
released a sigh and slumped in her seat.
    “I
get the feeling there’s never going to be a dull moment with you around.”
    “Not
by choice.”
    “Hmmm.”
    She
glanced up at him. I should say thank you. The words stuck in her
throat.
    “I
came up here to take a look at the schedule to see what job we need to
concentrate on next.”
    “Yeah.
I’ll just go grab some coffee.” She pushed away from the desk, stood and half
stumbled away from the desk and the man who felt larger than life.
     
    *  *  *  *
     
    Monster
took a long draw from his beer and watched the women flock to his brother. Another
party at the clubhouse. Since he had shit else to do, he’d opted to tag along.
    The
veteran biker bunnies stayed away from him and the new girls stood in a corner plotting.
They all seemed to think if he got a taste of pussy, they could drag him around
by his dick like a dog on a leash.
    A
petite blonde with big brown eyes sidled up to him. “Hi.”
    He
glanced around. “You talking to me?”
    “Um,
yes.” She leaned closer slightly, focusing on his patch. She narrowed her eyes,
trying to see it in the dim lighting.
    He
shifted his weight on the stool.
    She
jumped back.
    Monster
chuckled. “Boo.”
    The
blood left her face. “I—I thought you might like some company?”
    “Really?
Is that why you look you’re about to pee your pants?”
    Running
her fingers through her hair, she glanced away. “You know, I was just trying to
be nice.”
    “Oh,
and offer me a mere moment of your time? This ain’t high school and I’m not
some nerd you can get to do your homework. I eat little girls like you for
breakfast.”
    She
scowled. “Whatever, Freddy Krueger. I was trying to throw you a
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