Should I text Playboy and tell him that Leona was insisting on coming?
Ugh. If I did that then he might not come over at all.
I wasn’t going to tell him, and I just prayed that Leona played it cool when Playboy came over tonight.
“Oh, my God,” she yelped. “You are not going to believe the cute black skirt I just found online. It’s perfect for questioning.”
I groaned. Yeah, this was going to be an interesting night.
*
Chapter Six
Playboy
Come again?
“Where are you going?”
I grabbed my cut and shrugged it on. “Gotta pick something up and then to the club.”
Mace nodded. “You still looking for Billie Jean?”
“Maybe. Who’s asking?”
“Just trying to figure out what you’re up to.”
I ran my fingers through my hair. “Just helping someone out.”
“Since when do you do that?” Mace laughed.
Since a chick like I had never met before asked me to help her. “You make me sound like a dick.”
“Brother, you care about one thing in life and it sure in hell isn’t helping people.”
I flipped him off. “Fuck you.”
Mace laughed. “Thanks, but I’ll pass. You’re not really my type. You looking for that shit, you should hit up Tank.”
“Not my speed either, brother.” I pulled my keys out of my pocket. “See you at the club later?”
Mace shrugged. “Not sure. I’ll see what I feel like later.”
I gave him a nod and headed out to my bike.
Mace’s words stuck in me like a thorn. The guys had made jokes like that forever, but for some reason, this time, it hit me wrong. I wasn’t so selfish of a bastard that I didn’t help people.
At least, I didn’t think I was.
Maybe the guys saw something that I didn’t.
I threw my leg over my bike and started it up. She rumbled underneath me, and I knocked the kickstand up. I roared out of the clubhouse and in the direction of Raelyn’s house.
Maybe helping Raelyn was me turning over a new leaf. I needed the motivation to start helping out more and not only giving a shit about myself. Though, the reason I was helping Raelyn was because I wanted her in my bed, so in the end, this all came back to me wanting something for myself.
I guess one couldn’t change instantly.
Ten minutes later, I pulled into Raelyn’s driveway and saw there were two cars parked.
Raelyn’s and another car.
What the fuck was this?
Raelyn’s front door opened, and she came jogging down the front steps in bare feet. She was wearing only a black tank top and jeans. “I’m so sorry,” she whisper shouted. She skidded to a stop in front of me and laid a hand on my chest when she rocked forward.
“Where are your shoes, pretty girl?” I chuckled.
She dropped her hand from my chest and looked down at her feet.
Eight of her toes were painted gold, and the big toes were painted red. Different.
“Leona was in the bathroom, and I saw you pulled up so I bolted out the door before I could get shoes on.”
I reached out and brushed a finger against the skin of her bare arm. “And the rest of your clothes.”
Her head snapped up, and she took a step back. “That too.”
“He’s here!”
What in the fuck?
Raelyn spun around and pointed her finger at a chick hanging out the front door. “You promised.”
The woman held up her hands. “I’ll just finish getting ready.” She stepped back into the house but stood on the other side of the glass screen door.
“You get a roommate?”
Raelyn slowly turned back to face me. “Uh, not exactly.” She bit her lip and looked up at me with her icy blue eyes. “Leona works with me and is a level ten stalker.”
I tipped my head to the side. “You had me and then lost me.”
Raelyn groaned. “Uh, she’s worked with me for forever. She knows me better than I know myself. I walked into work with a huge smile on my face, and she sniffed on over to my desk to find out why. I said this; she said that. I told her to shut up; she talked about her office B.O.B., and then I told her no, and now, she’s here. Dig me?”
“Clear as mud, pretty girl.” Not a fucking clue what she was talking about.
Raelyn dropped her chin to her chest. “She’s coming with us.” She tipped her head back. “I. Am. Sorry.”
I looked back at the door. Her friend was still standing there. “And why is she coming with us?” I hadn’t even told Raelyn where we were going.
“Because I told her about Billie Jean, and then you. Then she ranted about well…things, and now she’s coming.”
“Things?” I asked.
Her cheeks turned pink. “Uh, things that really don’t need to be repeated.”
“And who is Bob?” I had no clue where Raelyn worked and had a sliver of jealousy creep in at the name of Bob.
She shook her head. “Also something that doesn’t need to be repeated.” She pointed to her car. “I can drive us.”
I looked at her car. There was nothing wrong with it other than it was a car. I didn’t ride in cages often. “We’re taking my bike.”
She tipped her head to the side and looked toward my bike. “Uh, you really think all three of us are going to fit on there.”
I pulled my phone out. “No. You’re the only one who’s going to ride with me. Go finish getting dressed.”
“Are we ditching Leona?” she asked hopefully.
I shook my head. I fucking wished we could, but I figured just bringing her along would be easier. “She can ride with Mace.”
Mace had said he didn’t know if he was going to the club, but I had just made up his mind for him.
“Oh,” Raelyn mumbled. “Is he okay with that?”
“Leave that to me to worry about.” I nodded to the house. “Get dressed, pretty girl. Fifteen minutes.”
“Uh, okay.” She sprinted back to the front door. “You’re sure you’re okay with this?” she called when she was halfway.
I wasn’t entirely okay with it, but it wasn’t that big of a deal. If anything, it would give Mace a little entertainment for the night and I would have Raelyn to myself. “It’s fine,” I reassured her.
She raised her hand in the air and slipped back into the house.
I connected the call to Mace and leaned against Raelyn’s car.
“What’s up, ballbag?” Mace called into the phone.
“Need some help.”
“What the hell do you need help with?” he chuckled. “You said you were picking something up and heading to the club.”
“Yeah,” I sighed. “Turns out, I’m picking up two things and I don’t have room for both.”
“What in the fuck are you doing?”
“Just fucking get here.” I rattled off Raelyn’s address and ended the call.
This was what I got for actually helping someone. I pulled out a cigarette and shoved it in my mouth. I had been half thinking if things went well at the club with Raelyn tonight, we could head back to her house and start working on the other part of our agreement. With her friend tagging along, and now Mace coming, things weren’t going the way I planned at all.