Page 32 of His Loyal Rebel

Though she couldn't shoot him in the middle of the restaurant. The pistol was in the back, inside her purse, and on her as soon as she stepped outside.

"I've got nothing of yours." She lowered her voice. "Now, excuse me. I need to work."

He grabbed her arm and hauled her against him. "Don't make me—"

"Twyla?" Amy stepped beside her. "Go ahead and take your break. I'll seat these gentlemen."

Not wanting Big to harass Amy, she looked to her supervisor. "I've got this. They ordered a pie to go." Turning her attention back to Big, she motioned for him to follow. "I'll get your pie."

Not stopping, she hoped Big was walking behind her. She couldn't afford to lose her job.

Stepping behind the counter, she removed the first pie closest to her, a rhubarb pie, and set it on the top of the case. Big stood there, challenging her to stop him from making a scene.

"Take it," she said on a hiss. "Leave me alone."

Big took the dessert and leaned closer. "We're not done."

She glanced around. Amy watched her from the other side of the room, concern etched on her face. Bikers weren't the normal kind of people the restaurant attracted or wanted.

Big thumped the top of the glass case with his meaty fist and stepped backward, staring her down. She kept her mouth shut. All she wanted was for him to leave.

Once he and his MC brother reached the door and stepped outside, she exhaled in a rush. What in the world was he doing?

He'd never once come to the restaurant during the time she lived with him. Not to drop her off or pick her up, and certainly not to surprise her on her shift.

His reason to stop by, wanting his gun back, was an excuse. He could get a gun anywhere. Plus, he had other ones at his house. She'd seen them.

Quickly glancing around the room, she slipped the cash out of her pocket and counted out the right amount for the pie from her tips. She put the money in the cash register and then grabbed another pot of coffee.

Thankful no one caught her paying for Big's pie, she went to wait her tables. The sun had set, making it impossible to see out the large windows in the front of the restaurant.

She grew more nervous, the closer it got to closing time. Whip's warnings kept creeping back in her head.

She'd make sure she walked with the others to her car after work. But for the first time, she was nervous about going home alone.

She hadn't had time to get used to the house or the neighborhood. Every little noise or a car passing on the street seemed strange and made her imagination work overtime.

It was different when Angie lived there. Now that she was alone, she let Whip's warnings take up too much space in her head.

Whip was sure Big would come after her. She'd shot down the idea, blaming his hate for everyone in Cusclan.

But what if she was wrong and he was right?