Chapter 140: Call

You were our longest assignment. We both miss you. And your cooking. – Randy

After six months with the two men, it felt strange not to go through their regular routine. It had been just over a week since they parted ways in Hawaii. The minders that she had on the yacht kept their distance. In fact, she was not sure that she even had them. She was just another member of the crew on a chartered yacht cruise.

It had taken six days to reach California. She was certain that it could have been faster, but it was booked to be a leisurely cruise. And she got to cook for newlyweds.

Nessie had never cooked on a ship before. For a week, she was the head chef aboard the Lady Ashford.

Now, she sat on the bed in the room on the second floor of Sinner’s Shack. It was the clubhouse for the Devil’s Saints, her uncle Toad was president of the motorcycle club. What she knew of bikers came from movies and TV shows.

She was not seeing the drug trade or arms that were portrayed on the screen. The men we