I turned my head and saw Darius sliding into my booth.
I didn’t know whether to take this as a good or bad thing. Darius and I were tight so if he saw me out and about, he wouldn’t hesitate to approach. He also worked for Lee, so he could be anywhere at any time doing anything.
Then again, if he saw me out and about, he’d never see me someplace like this unless a Rock Chick was on the line. But we were currently in Rock Chick/Hot Bunch Downtime.
I led with, “Hey,” to get the lay of the land.
He shook his head and grinned.
Darius was black, had twists in his hair, soulful eyes, and the lean he had been when he was a drug dealer, which had bordered on hungry-looking and mean, had filled out now that he left that life behind. He looked healthier; not content but not angry, and his lean was no longer mean. It was kickass edgy.
Then again, he’d always been hot. Even when he was a drug dealer.
“Since it’s you, I’ve decided to find this amusing rather than drag your ass outta here and tell you to get your head out of it,” he declared.
I blinked.
Then I asked, “What?”
“Woman, you are not flying under radar.”
I looked around the bar to see if eyes were on me, particularly if the woman I was hoping to see there was there and had, for some bizarre reason (since she couldn’t know I was looking for her), made me.
“Not the bitch you’re after,” Darius said, and I looked back at him. “Lee.”
Oh. That.
I didn’t care about that.
“I’m not doing anything illegal,” I pointed out.
He ignored me and said, “And Hank.”
“So?”
He again ignored me and continued, “And Eddie. And your dad. And Indy’s dad—”
I cut him off. “I get your point, Darius. I just don’t know why you’re making it.”
“They’re letting you do your thing. But you gotta know they’re beginning to get antsy about it.”
Uh-oh.
Letting me do my thing?
Letting?
I decided to let that slide since I loved Darius and figured he didn’t mean anything by it (or I was giving him the benefit of the doubt) and focused on something else.
“Why on earth would they be getting antsy?”
“Because you aren’t stopping.”
Uh-oh again.
“Okay. Now tell me why they’d want me to stop? Or maybe the better question is why they’re in my business at all?”
He turned and leaned closer to me before answering, “I don’t know, Ally. Maybe it’s ‘cause you’re their sister. Or as good as a sister, or a daughter, and they’re worried. Maybe it’s ‘cause you’re untrained, which is why they’re worried. Maybe it’s ‘cause you’re out at places like this and unarmed, which, if they knew you were here, they’d be all kinds of fuckin’ worried.”
“I have a stun gun,” I shared.
“The last three years, this bar has had four hits carried out in it,” he told me. “Bullets are flying, stun guns aren’t worth shit.”
Fuck.
Four?
That was a lot.
Hell, one was one too many.
I knew this place was seedy.
Maybe I should have asked Brody to do an electronic look-see into the location I was casing. I’d remember to do that next time.
“Ally,” Darius called my attention back to him. When he got it, he said, “I can tell by your face you aren’t listening to me.”
“I am,” I returned. “I just think you need to be straight up about what you’re saying.”
