Have Gun, Will Travel (The Bare Bones MC Book 5) by Layla Wolfe

Sedaris.”
    I don’t know how much of this speech Sax had overheard. But he was obviously dying to get away from the gung-ho Wolf Glaser, who was already babbling away happily about going to the shooting range with Sax.
    “We could even go to our own archery range. Slushy’s office is in the back, and Kneecap would let us shoot for free. You never know when a bow and arrow comes in handy. I once shot a rival Cutlass at four in the morning from a second story window down in Tucson. A gun, anyone would’ve heard ten miles away. But the arrow went right through his eyeball and stuck halfway in his skull. Soundlessly, just the whisper of the fletching, psssshew. Arrow shattered against the cement building behind the guy.”
    Sax patted Wolf on the shoulder. “That’s great. Can we talk about it later? Beatrix, I’m glad you’re here…” In an effort to extricate himself from the enthusiastic Prospect, Sax took me by the forearm and steered me into the hallway. He stood me up against the wall while old-timers such as Faux Pas, special effect makeup man to the stars, and Russ Gollywow, backup singer in a Philly Soul band, sauntered on by. I tell you, being at The Citadel was like being backstage at a rock concert. These men were my rock stars, the iconoclasts, the outlaws of society. After losing my faith, this is where I felt most comfortable. I might not be much of a nihilist myself, but the rebels and revolutionaries of society were my cohorts.
    “Listen, I’ve got to go downtown, check out this nail salon. I know, sounds ridiculous, but I’ve got a lead that it might be a cover for some of Tormenta’s smuggling ops, might lead me to where he is.”
    “He’s not in Prescott?”
    “I doubt he’d hide in plain sight like that. He’s got too many other hiding places, mountain hideaways, hideaways that are literally underground. Putting a tracker on his vehicle would be the best idea. But listen. Lytton just left here. He and June want to have us over to their house near Mormon Lake for dinner.”
    Another couple in the lifestyle, and they wanted us—as a couple?—for dinner! This excited me beyond belief. “That sounds fantastic! I love those two. They might even be able to tell us about some munches we could attend.” Munches were lunch events at restaurants where people in the lifestyle mingled to meet others. I’d been to a few, but none since meeting Roscoe.
    Sax brought up Roscoe now. “Will your Sir let you go, though?”
    My heart fell, but quickly rose again. “He won’t get angry if he doesn’t know about it.” Even as the words came out of my mouth, I knew I was rebelling against my agreement with Roscoe.
    It was obvious Sax could tell I was being naughty, too. One corner of his mouth lifted, making him look rugged. “Good. I’ll be back here in an hour or so. Shouldn’t take long to snoop around a salon full of women.”
    I frowned. “Are you sure you don’t want me going to the salon? A big, manly brute like you, with or without your cut, is going to arouse suspicion among women who are already suspicious to begin with.”
    Sax looked as though that hadn’t occurred to him, but he quickly wrote off the idea. “No. I’m not taking that risk, Beatrix, and don’t you even fucking think it. You should be in hiding, not getting into even more dangerous fixes. It’s just possible Tormenta knows about the bounty, especially with Santiago Slayer stumbling around after him, and knows which women are involved. He’s not a great lover of women, Bee. When you’re not with me, you should be with Maddy or June.”
    “All right,” I said timidly. It did make me feel good to be protected like that. I’d never felt protected or safe before. I was attracted to bad boys all the way, and they weren’t famous for giving women a sense of safety.
    Sax nodded briskly and turned to stalk out the door toward the parking lot. I enjoyed watching him exit, the globes of his ass nice and shapely beneath