But she was all grown up now and had a killer body. One he’d love to roam his hands all over. Fuck. Stop. Ryan’s still your best friend. The fact that Hailey was living in Alina and didn’t look him up told Goldie that Ryan must’ve told her not to. Hailey and Ryan were very tight and she’d respect what he’d asked her to do. Knowing that Ryan purposely didn’t give her his phone number told Goldie that his best friend wouldn’t be pleased if he hooked up with his sister. He’d kill me.
Of course, that was if he found out. If he didn’t tell Ryan, and Hailey didn’t know it was him, there’d be no problem. He ran his hand through his hair. Only problem is that I can’t do that shit to Ryan. It wasn’t in his character to do things behind his friends’ or his brothers’ backs.
“Brutus is killing you. Hope you got a shitload of dough to pay him,” Army said to Jigger as he looked behind his shoulder at Goldie. “What the fuck’s wrong with you?”
“What’re you talking about?” Goldie crushed his can in his hand.
“You looked pissed off.”
“I am pissed off, but it’s about something personal.”
“It’s better to turn that shit off in your brain. When I think about shit from my past it always pisses me off.” Army turned back to the game when a few cheers filled the air.
And she was definitely flirting with me on the phone. She practically asked me out. She doesn’t have a clue it’s me. It was real tempting to call her back and make a date with her for later that night. He knew she’d jump at the chance.
Shaking his head, he sat up straight. He just couldn’t get her out of his mind. If she weren’t Ryan’s sister, he’d be all over her already. He’d love to get to know her as a woman and see if the sparks they felt at the tattoo parlor the night before were real.
She’s not just some chick with a pretty face and perfect ass. She’s Hailey, and I’ve got to stay away. Fuck. He pushed away from the table and jumped up, the force of it knocking over Army’s drink. He threw his two crushed cans across the room.
“What the fuck?” Army yelled as he rose, the amber liquid dripping off the table.
Goldie shrugged and glared at Kelly, who whispered something to the club girls. “You wanna tell me what the hell you’re saying?” He started to walk toward them.
Army pulled him back. “Leave it be, dude. They’re not doing shit. What’s gotten into you?”
Goldie thrust off Army’s hand. “Fuck you,” he growled, then looked directly at the club girls. “And fuck all of you.”
“No one’s doin’ shit around here except you. Take your damn problem outta here.” Army glared at him.
Without answering, Goldie stormed out, slamming the door behind him. He marched over to his Harley and took out his sunglasses before he straddled his bike. As he grasped the handlebars, Chains rode in and parked. “Hey, I need to talk to you,” Goldie said.
Chains came over and bumped fists with him. “What’s up?”
“Can you get some info on someone for me?”
Chains was the computer whiz of the club and could locate and dig up just about everything on a person. He nodded. “Is this club business?”
Shaking his head, Goldie wiped the corners of his mouth. “It’s personal.”
“What do you want to find out?”
“The address of someone in Alina.”
Chains raised his eyebrows. “That’s it? Too fuckin’ easy, dude.”
“I can text you her name.”
“Her?” He chuckled.
“This is between us, okay? I don’t want any of the brothers knowing.”
“No worries. Once I get the name, I can send you her address in minutes.”
He grasped Chains’s forearm. “Thanks. I owe you.” As Chains walked away, Goldie remembered the chick Army was trying set him up with. “Chains. Talk to Army. The way he talks, he’s got a chick who’s a sure thing and looking for some fun tonight.”
A wide smile cracked his face. “If she’s so great, why aren’t you in?”
“I have to work. Talk to him about it. Later.” He switched on his Harley and rode out of the lot. He had no idea what he was going to do with Hailey’s address once he got it, but it made him feel better to know where she lived. I’m acting like a goddamn teenager. He pushed the throttle harder, aiming his bike for the back road that cut through the great expanse of the desert.
The road was straight and one of his favorite rides in the county. He loved the way the San Juan Mountains rose up from the flatness of the desert. In the background, the blue-tinted mountains bursting with color were a vibrant contrast to the brownness of the sand, rocks, and brush. Springtime in the desert was beautiful in a harsh and desolate way. Since the early spring months had brought a lot of rain, pops of color from some of the flowers on the green bushes kept the landscape from appearing so monochrome.