Jack & Coke (The Uncertain Saints Book 2) by Lani Lynn Vale Page A

he?”
    “He’s dead,” Griffin confirmed.
    I sighed, rotating my neck to try to alleviate some of my tension that’d just built due to Annie’s little show.
    “Fuckin’ perfect. I’ll see you as soon as I can get someone here. Where am I meeting you?”
    Yeah, this was going to be a long, long night.

Chapter 11
    Somewhere out there there’s a tall guy with tattoos, a beard and muscles that likes cuddling as much as I do.
    -Text from Tasha to Annie
    Annie
    “Did you make him think you were stupid in the ways of a gun?” Lenore asked leaning forward.
    I had to smile at the way she was standing.
    She was leaning against her glass display case where she’d just been stocking her new dildo collection, and with the new position, it looked like she was holding a bouquet of dildos to her chest like the most prized possession.
    “Yes,” I laughed, pulling my phone out of my pocket and snapping a picture of her. “I did. And he gave me a big old long lecture about gun control and how stupid accidents occur with people who don’t know their tits from their hands.”
    Well, he’d been more tactful than that, but I knew for certain that he wanted to say more than he had.
    Griffin, who’d been lazing in a sex swing of all things, snorted.
    “I can’t believe he was fooled by your act. It won’t take him long before he figures it all out. And he won’t be happy,” Griffin drawled.
    I shrugged.
    That wouldn’t be my fault.
    “Then what happened?” She asked.
    I blushed, looking covertly at Griffin.
    I shouldn’t have, because he saw the glance, and grinned huge.
    “Well?” He teased.
    I blushed harder.
    Leaning forward so hopefully only Lenore could hear me, I said, “I masturbated with that dildo I got from you yesterday.”
    Griffin burst out laughing.
    “And let me guess, he heard you?” Griffin guffawed.
    I glared at the bastard.
    “What are you doing here, anyway?” I snapped.
    He held up his hands. “I’m babysitter today.”
    Ahh, that made sense.
    I was still being watched, and he was just making it easier on himself by being in here with his wife and me instead of outside on his bike like the rest of them did.
    I’d just opened my mouth to reply to that comment when I saw a police cruiser pull up to the curb and stop in front of my building.
    I froze, watching as two cops got out of the car and walked up to my front door and tapped on the glass.
    Griffin got up, his face suddenly void of all emotion, and walked to the front door.
    When I made to follow, he held up his hand and stayed my forward progress.
    “Let me talk to them first, please,” he rumbled, pushing through the door and calling out to the officers.
    I couldn’t tell what was being said, but I was enraptured as Griffin’s face flashed from neutral to anger in less than ten seconds as he listened to the cops talk.
    Griffin crossed his arms.
    “Uh-oh. When he does that, he’s putting his foot down about something,” Lenore said.
    I nervously picked up the first thing I found, nervously squeezing the squishy plastic in my hand while I watched the hub bub outside.
    We both moved closer to the glass, watching as the officers spoke animatedly with Griffin.
    They’d been going back and forth for maybe five minutes when the loud rumble of a Harley blasted down the street.
    “Ten bucks says it’s Mig,” Lenore teased.
    I wouldn’t take that bet.
    I knew it was Mig.
    Just like I knew that this…whatever this was…was going to be bad.
    Especially if it got Mig hauling ass so loud that I could hear him from the time he got off the main drag in Uncertain.
    “Shit,” I said, watching as Mig screeched to a halt beside the cop’s car.
    “Uh-oh,” Lenore parroted. “He looks worn and ragged.”
    He did.
    His eyes had dark smudges under them, and I wondered how long he’d been out in front of my shop before he’d left.
    Probably all night.
    Mig didn’t waste time talking to the cops.
    Instead, he passed the commotion, letting