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Walk Through Fire (Chaos #4) Page 6
Author: Kristen Ashley

And there was no Logan.

Actually, there wasn’t much of anybody. It wasn’t vacant but back in the day the place was nearly always hopping. Logan and I would go on a Wednesday to find fun with the dozen people who were also there that we knew and partied with. Or we’d go on a Saturday and find mayhem with three dozen people we knew and partied with.

It was Chaos’s place. It was where the boys went when they wanted to tie one on, tag fresh meat to bang, find trouble, or if none was to be found, make it.

However, looking around, I didn’t see a member I knew from back in the day. I didn’t even see a Chaos patch on any jacket.

This was a surprise. Chaos had been a fixture there in a way that there wasn’t a night when at least a couple of brothers were at Scruff’s.

This was also an excuse to leave.

I didn’t go.

I walked to the bar and slid onto a stool, doing this with my eyes still scanning the space like Logan could materialize out of thin air.

“Well, fuck me. Millie freakin’ Cross. Blast from the past and not a good one.”

I turned my head and stared in shock at Reb.

Reb had been a bartender back then. One I would have suspected would have been long gone by now.

This was because she’d been sleeping with Scruff’s son who was set to inherit the place since Scruff was on his deathbed. Though, Scruff had been on that deathbed the entire three years I’d gone there (two of which I’d drank with a fake ID, not that Reb or any of the other bartenders cared).

Wade, her man and the next in line to own the establishment, was rarely there (or rarely there working). He was usually there drinking or alternately out cheating on Reb or fighting or drying out in a jailhouse or on his bike wandering and leaving her behind to bitch about him and swear she was going to leave him.

Reb was tough. She was so unfriendly she was mean. And she didn’t take a lot of shit (except from Wade).

I was sure she’d get fed up and go.

But she wasn’t gone. She was behind the bar, looking as faded and worn as the rest of the joint, like she’d aged forty years in the last twenty.

I barely recognized her.

The life-is-shit-and-then-you-die look in her eyes was unforgettable, still there and even sharper, so I knew it was her.

“You’re like a mullet,” she stated, glaring at me from her side of the bar. “ ’Cept haven’t seen you in forever and I see too many a’ those every week. Though, you’re here so just sayin’, coulda used a longer forever when it comes to you.”

That wasn’t a warm welcome.

Reb wasn’t big on handing those out. She never had been.

But this was more than her usual nasty.

I decided to ignore it.

“Hey, Reb,” I greeted.

“Fuck off, Millie, and I mean that as in, you can get your ass off my stool and get the fuck outta my joint,” she replied.

I stared.

Way nastier than her usual nasty.

“Like,” she leaned in to me, “now.”

Because apparently I’d gone insane, I decided to ignore that too.

“Your stool? This is your place?” I asked.

She straightened and held my gaze like a threat as she stated, “Yeah. Was suckin’ the wrong dick. Wade didn’t own the place, don’t know what I was thinkin’, takin’ his shit. The old man might not’a gotten around real good but he still had a dick and any man’s got one of those, they like it sucked. Sucked my way to him changin’ his will. Now Wade’s gotta eat my pussy to get on my schedule to get his tips and actually work to get ’em. Like it better that way.”

I knew she was sharing all of this information to shock me and she succeeded.

I tried not to let it show and replied, “Well, good for you, Reb. Glad you got what you wanted.”

“Didn’t get it,” she returned. “Worked for it. Worked my ass off behind this bar for ten years. Sucked old man dick for two. Now it’s mine, shit hole that it is, so not exactly doin’ cartwheels ’cause it cost a fuckuva lot more than it’s worth.”

I couldn’t agree more.

I didn’t share that.

Instead, I asked, “Can I have a beer?”

“No.”

This time, I held her eyes and started softly, “Reb—”

She leaned in again.

“This here’s a biker bar, Millie,” she snapped. “Chaos quit comin’ years ago but it’s still a biker bar and there aren’t many people wanna show here but I’ll pour a drink for any a’ them, ’specially if they’re a biker ’cause that’s the way it is; that’s the way it’s always been. Who I will not pour a drink for is some up-her-own-ass bitch who don’t like bikers. I think you get I can use every dollar my boys spend on the rotgut that goes here. That don’t mean I’m willin’ to take yours.”

“Reb, what happened was a long time—”

“What happened was you told one of my kind,” she jabbed a thumb to her chest, “you’re too fuckin’ good for him. You’re too fuckin’ good for High, you’re two fuckin’ good to sit your ass on my stool. Now, Millie, not gonna say it again, get the fuck out.”

High.

That was right. I’d forgotten. Logan had become High when he’d officially become Chaos. The joke was his name had been shortened by his parents to the nickname Low. But he liked to smoke back then and not only cigarettes, so he’d become High.

I’d hated that name mostly because I really wasn’t that fond of how often he smoked pot. I’d hated that name enough I’d never used it.

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