Sinner's Revenge (Sinner's Creed MC #2)(39)

“I’d like that.”

“I’ll be right back, beautiful.” I leave her with a wink, and she blushes a deep red.

Walking to the bar, I notice Diem is watching me from her seat. A man sits next to her, but she pays him no attention. She narrows her eyes on me—a look I return when she smiles at the man next to her. If she’s trying to make me jealous, it isn’t going to work.

Drinks in hand, I walk back over to my potential phone number girl, who beams at the sight of me. If she noticed the look Diem gave me, she doesn’t care.

“I’m going to run to the ladies’ room and see if I can get this out,” she says full of regret. “Just two minutes.”

“Take all the time you need. I’ll be right here,” I promise. She blushes again and hurries off to the bathroom. This dating shit is kinda fun. I should do it more often.

Reluctantly, I look over my shoulder to see how Diem is doing but she isn’t in her seat. An uneasy feeling comes over me when I think about where she might be. It’s not that I’m worried about someone hurting her, I’m more worried about her hurting someone. In particular, my damsel in distress.

Hoping that I’m wrong, I walk to the women’s bathroom and push the door open a little. I can see the girl scrubbing away at her dress with a towel while Diem looks on in silence. From where they stand, they can’t see me.

“Who’s that guy with all the tattoos?” Diem asks, pretending to be nice.

I can’t see her face, but I hear the girl sigh. “I don’t know, but f*ck he’s hot.” I smile at the compliment. And silently thank her.

“Yes he is,” Diem agrees, defeat already in her tone. “He didn’t call you pretty girl, did he?”

“No,” the girl answers, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Diem is turning to leave and I start to shut the door when the girl says something that stops Diem in her tracks.

“What did you say?” Oh shit.

“I said he called me beautiful.” Motherf*ck me.

“Did he?” Diem’s voice is cold.

Please don’t say anything else. Please don’t say anything else. “Yes, and he had the cutest smirk when he said it.” Shit. Shit. Shit.

“I bet he did.” I know that tone. She’s going to make me pay for this. Dearly.

Before she can walk out, I leave and find her potential date at the bar. Grabbing him on the shoulder, I flash him a look of death. “You’re f*cking with my girl. Leave right now, or I’ll splatter your brains all over this f*cking bar.” With a deer-in-the-headlights look, he leaves the bar with haste and I reclaim my seat just as Diem walks up.

She glances at her date’s empty chair, then back at me. “What did you do?” she asks cautiously.

I start to answer, when the girl rushes past us and out the door without a glance in our direction. Seeing her, I change my answer from a lie to the truth. “Probably the same thing you did.” And with a smirk, I add an endearment that has her smiling, letting me know I’m forgiven. “Pretty girl.”


*

“Now where are we going?” I ask after dinner. I’m full and sleepy and horny because Diem is still in the dress that barely covers the ass I’m going to f*ck tonight.

“It’s a surprise.”

“I don’t like surprises.”

“Shut up.”

Fucking woman. I continue down the road until we finally come to a large port just off the river filled with shipment containers.

“Find number 8794.” I find the eights and drive nearly to the end of the lane. This is the perfect place to kill someone and I make sure to keep Diem in my peripherals at all times.

“Here,” I say, pulling up next to the container and shutting off the car. Unlike all the others, this one looks brand new. She gets out and I follow her to the locked container. Fishing a key from her cleavage, she unlocks the container and pushes the door up.

“Go ahead.” She motions for me to go in and I shake my head.

“You first.”

Rolling her eyes, she calls me a baby and walks in. Inside the dimly lit container is a truck. An exact replica of my truck before she wrecked it. I run my fingers down the cool metal door and peer into the blacked-out windows.

“How did you get this? My insurance?” I question, still not believing that my baby is here in front of my very eyes.

“I owe you a truck. And eight hundred and seventy-three dollars. It’s in the glove box.” I stare at her over the hood. She’s not bullshitting me.

“My insurance would have bought me a new truck.”

“I know that. But my insurance is better.” She smiles. “I come from money. This is nothing.”

“Spoiled little rich girl.” I smirk, but she finds no humor in my words.

“I’ve earned every penny I’ve ever spent and then some.” The ice is in her eyes. The steel is in her voice. The conviction she so often conveys is in her words. She means what she says, and I believe her.

“I would say thank you, but you owed it to me, so I won’t.”

“I don’t need your thanks, Zeke. All I need is for you to know that I always keep good on my word.” Diem didn’t have to buy a truck to prove that to me. I already knew it. But, since she’s being so generous, I know something else she promised that I’m still waiting on. Neither of us had won the bet, so she doesn’t have to give it to me tonight, but I’m hoping like hell she will.