Walk Through Fire (Chaos #4)(139)

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High leaned against the side of the truck, watching and not liking what he was seeing.

Snap was standing on the sidewalk with Rosalie.

High remembered Rosalie. She was no less pretty now than when she was Shy’s.

She was also trouble.

They’d come in his truck. Too easy to be noticed on their bikes in their cuts.

Not that anyone had any reason to have an eye on Rosalie. The dope run had gone down that weekend just like she told them it would. That meant no one had a clue she was feeding information to Chaos.

But neither he nor Snap had their cuts on and before he’d dropped Snapper off, they’d done a drive around the upscale pizza joint where Rosalie was a waitress and they’d spotted nothing.

So the face-to-face meet, which was a face-to-face meet for a reason, a reason that was all Snapper’s, could go down.

High watched as Rosalie gave him a number of the reasons why this meeting was face to face. It was winding down and she was smiling up at Snap. She reached out and grabbed his hand, tugged on it playfully a couple of times, then said something to make him smile.

She then took off, aiming her eyes and lifting her hand to wave at High before she aimed another smile to Snapper, turned, and skip-walked, long hair swaying, tits bouncing, to the door of the restaurant.

High watched her go for a beat; then he turned his attention to Snapper and he watched his brother watch her go.

They were watching for two entirely different reasons.

Only when she was out of sight did Snapper move his way.

As his brother moved, High turned to his truck, opened the door, and angled in. He started her up as Snapper hauled his ass in the other side.

High backed out of the parking spot and took them on their way as Snap said, “They’re already planning another run.”

“You need to stop,” High replied.

He did it quiet and careful. But he also did it strong.

“Say what?” Snapper asked.

“Get a burner phone. Give her the number. Talk through that. Face-to-face meets gotta stop, Snap,” High advised.

“What the f*ck are you talkin’ about?”

High slowed for a light, stopped, and looked to his brother. “She’s got a man.”

He saw the hard hit Snapper’s face.

Snap was a good-looking kid. Tall. Built. Blond. He was young but he had that look about him that all that was just gonna get better with age.

What he wasn’t was Shy. Shy was lanky. Dark. Before Tab, Shy could charm the panties off a bitch in ten minutes flat and he didn’t even have to know her before he did it. He’d been about good times. Getting off. Easy grins. Easier *.

High knew Rosalie’s current man. He was lanky. He was dark. He’d been a player before Rosalie. He knew what he had in her, old lady through and through who would stick by his side through thick and thin, all that on top of a great ass, long legs, good tits, thick hair, and a pretty face. So he found Rosalie, his player days disappeared, and he held on.

Snap was intense. High knew his story and he never got where that intensity came from. Before Chaos, Snap didn’t have it bad. He didn’t have it good. He just had a life.

The intensity was always there, though. The brother paid attention, nothing escaped him. It reminded High a lot of Tack back in the day.

He’d shoot the shit. Have a laugh. Unlike Tack, Snapper was serious far more often than he wasn’t and didn’t talk much. But he did read a lot. In his room at the Compound, door open, him on his bed, eyes to a book.

It wasn’t unheard of for a member of Chaos to read. But Snap did it maybe too much.

He might partake of easy * if the spirit moved him but he’d had a girl when he’d become a recruit. He’d split with her and got another one where f*cking around became something more and it did it fast.

He’d also split with her.

He was now a free agent.

Rosalie was not.

“No reason to put your ass on the line, and more to the point, brother, hers by doin’ shit face to face. Get a burner. Every time you see her puts her out there.”

“No one knows shit about what she’s doin’ for Chaos,” Snapper replied.

“They don’t know but people talk. Could be innocent, one of the other waitresses in that joint sees her with you, sees her man, mentions you. It’s not smart, Snap, and you need to put a stop to it.”

“We’ll meet somewhere no one can see us,” Snapper returned. “She prefers face to face. Doesn’t want to get overheard or have her man see shit on her phone he shouldn’t see.”

“Then she deletes her texts and calls,” High told him.

“I hear you, High, but it’s the way she wants it done.”

“It’s the way you want it done, brother,” High returned quietly.

“She’s stickin’ her neck out for Chaos, We do it like she’s comfortable doin’ it.”

“You’re doin’ it ’cause she’s pretty, she smiles at you, and you’re into her.”

“It’s not that,” Snapper bit out.

High saw traffic moving around him, looked back to see the light was green, and moved his foot to the gas pedal, accelerating.

He did this speaking.

“Rule between brothers but that rule extends between bikers and you know it. *’s claimed, * is claimed. You do not go there.”