Right To My Wrong

By: Lani Lynn Vale

I smiled. “I had some before, but I haven’t been able to find them since I got all of stuff. Not that I’ve really had the reason to look for them. It was only a cursory skim through them before you showed up yesterday.”

He nodded. “Do you have to work today?”

I nodded. “At Halligans and Handcuffs.”

He smiled. “Then I’ll see you there.”

I turned my head to stare at him.


He didn’t usually hang out there, at least not when I’d seen him.

His time was usually spoken for, doing odds and ends for the club, or hanging out with Garrison or Cormac.

There were also a lot of women happy to see him home, too.

Sadly, my radar wasn’t the only one he was clocking on.

“There’s a party there later,” he answered. “We’re celebrating Sebastian’s birthday.”

I blinked.

“Really? No one told me,” I said. “Do I even have to work?”

He shrugged. “Shit if I know. All I know is that we’re supposed to be there for a ‘surprise’ at ten until seven.”

I frowned.

“Well, I guess I’ll just go, and if I’m not needed, I’ll head home,” I said, thinking about what I would do without the day’s tips.

It was already a tight squeeze with them. Without them might leave me without the new clothes that I’d intended to buy with them.

“Shit,” Sawyer said.

I looked over to her to see she dropped a piece of bacon, and looked around for her dog, but didn’t see him.

“Where is your dog at?” I asked Sawyer suddenly.

Normally we took him everywhere with us, especially since she was training him as a service dog.

There was no way to acclimate him to new experiences if he didn’t go with her to experience them.

She grimaced.

“He’s getting neutered,” she answered.

I winced.

That’d been a bone of contention between Silas and Sawyer for a while now.

She didn’t want to get it done, and he did.

She wanted her dog, Yogi, to be able to have puppies if he wanted to, and Silas was tired of him pissing all over their house.

His hope was by getting him neutered, he’d stop pissing a ‘river in their goddamn kitchen.’

“So he finally talked you into it?” I asked with a laugh.

“There was no ‘talking.’ Only him ‘telling.’ Trust me, I tried really hard to free him, but Silas was gone before I woke up this morning,” she pouted.

Sterling snorted.

“When we walked into the house yesterday around noon, Yogi had pissed from the front door all the way to the back door,” Sterling told her.

Sawyer grimaced.

I, on the other hand, thought that was quite impressive.

Especially since he had to go through a hallway, past the living room through the kitchen and dining room before coming to a stop at the back door.

Talk about talent!

“Yeah, that’s why he’s being gelded today,” she answered. “I had to listen to that all night long. He’s already pissed that I get down on my knees too much.”

I snorted coffee into my nose, then started laughing as I pictured a man like Silas ever complaining about her being on her knees too much.

Sterling pounded me on the back to help with my breathing, I assumed, but it only ended up making me less able to breathe due to his nearness.

“Loki’s here,” I mumbled as I heard a bike pull up outside.

I was using and distraction I could to get the man’s hand off me.

Because I might spontaneously burst into orgasm right here next to him, and holy hell would that be embarrassing!

“I’ll get the door and let him in,” Sterling mumbled as he slipped from his seat.

Once he disappeared from my sight I turned to study Sawyer.

“You doing okay?” I asked her, really looking at her now.

She had a fake smile pasted on her face, the kind that were always meant to make her look ‘fine.’

However, I knew her.

I knew everything about her down to the very last detail.

I knew when she was getting sick, or getting her period.

I knew when she was having a bad day because the guards were being douche bags, or another woman was fucking with her.

I knew her.

She was my girl, the only person that I trusted all of my secrets to.

Except one, I thought morosely.

But it wasn’t like I was trying to keep that one from her.

It was just too hard to talk about it.

I’d be better showing it to her.

An idea started to form in my mind, and I smiled down at my plate when I realized what I could do.

“I’m having a bad day,” Sawyer mumbled, snapping my attention away from myself and to her.

“Why?” I asked her.

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