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“Screw!” Jazz snapped Finally, Screw turned to her

“Yeah, babe?”

She rolled her eyes “When I lived in Arizona, I ran the front desk for an auto body shop owned by the No Prisoners Motorcycle Club Gumby worked there and is patched in the club”

“Huh” With one eyebrow raised and a shitty fucking grin, Screw said, “Never heard of ’em”

At the rate Jazz was rolling her eyes, the things were gonna start spinning in her sockets “And you know every MC in the country?”

Laughing probably wasn’t the smartest move, but Gumby couldn’t help the bark that left hi frown his way Da was lethal “You his ol’ lady?”

Her shouted, “No!” ca, Guhter

Jazz didn’t stifle hers though Instead she nudged Screith her elbow, but it did nothing to quell the expression of absolute horror on the man’s face “You about to break out in hives over there? I know you’re allergic to the phrase ol’ lady I think I have some Benadryl in my office”

Screw’s jaw ticked and his eyes glittered with the promise of retribution But not directed at Jazz, no, that was all ai it Sure, he didn’t have the muscular bulk of Screw, but he could dae

“The fuck you ith her?”

Gued “Just here for a visit Want to catch up Been a long time”

She bit her lower lip and wouldn’t rets? Or discomfort over his presence?

Leaning forward, Screw rested his forearms on the table “She’s lived here for over a year Not once has she mentioned you or anyone else from Arizona”

He said the word as though she’d allegedly moved from there

“Pretty sure she’s not interested in catching up,” Screw practically snarled

Man, this dog was in full-on junkyard mode

Jazz put a hand on his arm “Look, Screw, I can promise you Gumby is no threat to me He’s not here to hurt me No, I haven’t talked much about my life before I moved here, but it’s not because of hiive us some time alone to catch up?”