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Thursday, September 20, 2018

Kris & Roman 7.2


The beauty of being quiet was that she’d learned quite a bit about the Lean Dogs without having to ask any annoying questions. For instance, she knew that the Bell Bar had been a Dog haunt for decades, and that Ghost was thinking of buying it and making it an official club property. One of the girls, Jasmine – who may or may not have been Carter’s old lady; it was confusing – was talking about going to business school and wanted to run the place, should Ghost buy it.

But she’d never been inside Bell Bar. 

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Kris & Roman 7.1


Seven



She put the window down on the way home, and the air – just beginning to grow cool at the edges as September faded – helped clear her head. She still felt fuzzy, her awareness dull enough to make her thought processes slow, but quick enough that that slowness worried her. This was why she didn’t drink whiskey: she didn’t like feeling out of control. Vulnerable. So much could happen to you – could be done to you – when she let yourself slip like this. 

Thursday, September 13, 2018

Kris & Roman 6.5


She wasn’t used to whiskey.

Before, when she belonged to Badger, she’d had all sorts of things poured down her throat. Vodka, bourbon, wine, beer. Metallic-tasting water with pills in its midst: drugs that had turned her dizzy, and stupid, and loose. The men had found her more agreeable to their attentions when she was intoxicated in some fashion. 

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Kris & Roman 6.4


Maggie answered her front door with a knowing smirk. God, Roman hated that smirk. She’d been leveling it at people since she was sixteen, and if anything, it had only grown more knowing over the intervening years.

She braced a shoulder against the doorjamb and folded her arms, an effective barrier despite her size and the soft, feminine shape of her. Any man who thought Ghost was the most dangerous member of this household was a damn fool…and the light in Maggie’s eyes said she knew it. 

Monday, September 10, 2018

Kris & Roman 6.3


“His name is Patrick Haskins. Er, was.” Ratchet made a face at his computer screen. He had a mug shot pulled up on the Knoxville PD’s official internal database; Roman didn’t ask how he’d gained access. “He did three years in 2015 for robbery, and had assault charges dropped in 2016. Been arrested four times since 2010 for drug possession.”

He twisted around to look at Ghost. “He steals stuff to feed his habit. Typical junkie.”

“Yeah,” Ghost agreed, expression set.

Roman took a deep breath and let it out slow. He was trying – not all that successfully – to stay calm, when all he wanted was to go find Kris and make sure she was okay.

“Um, boss?” Ratchet said, and something in his voice forced Roman to pay attention.

“What?”

“There’s, uh…a good chance this guy bought his stuff from us.”

Ghost didn’t respond, but a muscle jumped in his jaw. Finally, he nodded. “Yeah, alright.”

And this? This was why Roman hated that he’d needed help from the Dogs.

Most of this city’s problems? The ones the citizens of Knoxville needed the Dogs to solve? They started with the Dogs.

“Do you need me for anything else?” Roman asked, and if his tone wasn’t polite, he didn’t much care at the moment.

Ghost frowned, but shook his head. “Nah. Go find your girl.”

Boomer shot him a worried glance as he walked out. Sorry, he thought toward his son. Sorry I got you mixed up in all this shit again.

But when hadn’t he?

Sunday, September 9, 2018

Kris & Roman 6.2




Roman watched her go, the sad slump of her shoulders, her arms wrapped tight around that scruffy little dog. Where the hell had the dog even come from? He didn’t know much about her these days, and that was fair, she deserved her own life…but it left him feeling hollow, somehow. 

Saturday, September 8, 2018

Kris & Roman 6.1





Six



She called Roman.

And he called Ghost.

They met her at the police station.

She couldn’t stop shaking.