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Chapter 5
Flint
I look down at Oriana walking down the hallway next to me. The white blouse I bought her seemed innocent on the mannequin but is sinful on her. It fits, but barely. Her large breasts push against the top button, overflowing slightly. And I can’t fucking look away.
When I walked in and saw her wearing my clothes—fuck, I wanted to tear them off and throw her onto the mattress. I wanted to taste her. Wanted to feel her. Maybe my lust is making me stupid. Maybe that’s why I want to introduce her to my men. It’s a risk, but it’s one I’m willing to take. I want to show her a bit of my world, of my brothers, even if I can’t fully explain who we are and what we do. Not yet, at least.
“Why are you introducing me to them?” she asks suddenly. “I mean—why are you letting me out?”
I swallow. “Because it’s important to me that you meet them. Plus, I have guards at the door.”
She grimaces, but only asks, “So, who am I going to meet?”
“Our vice president and our enforcer.”
Her brows furrow in confusion and I inwardly curse myself. I spoke without thinking, too distracted by the sight of her tits. The less she knows about us, the better. At least for now. I might imagine a life with Oriana by my side, but that doesn’t mean she feels the same. It doesn’t mean she couldn’t take all the information I give her to the police, should she escape. There’s a reason I’ve instructed my men not to wear their cuts. We want as little identifying information as possible, even though I hope those precautions will be unnecessary. Hell, the smart thing would be to keep her in her room until we can explain everything. Until she can make her choice. But as soon as I’m around her, all reason seems to fly out of the window.
“Vice president? Enforcer?” she asks, gazing up at me.
“Never mind,” I say. “Just think of them as good friends of mine.”
She stops in her tracks, a determined look on her face. “No. Tell me the truth.”
“I can’t. I’m sorry.”
“Look,” she says, placing her hands on her hips, her eyes sparkling with anger. It makes her look alive. There’s no trace of that sadness she so often carried with her. “I’m sick of being lied to. I deserve the truth. You act as if you’re better than my father, but you’re keeping things from me too. If you want me to believe you’re better than him, prove it. Tell me the truth.”
I blink, considering her words. It seems she finally believed me about her father, and a part of me sags in relief.
“Please,” she says, her eyes now beseeching, and I know that it’s over. I can’t deny her anything, not when she looks at me like this. I really am a lovesick fool.
“I’m telling you this because I trust you, okay? I hope you won’t use it against me.”
Outrage widens her eyes. “I would never betray your trust, ever.”
“Why not? I kidnapped you, after all.”
“Because—I don’t know.”
I arch an eyebrow. “If you want me to be honest with you, you have to be honest with me too.”
She scowls up at me. “Fine. It’s—well. I like you. Really like you. It’s insane, but I can’t change it. I don’t want to change it. And I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.”
I stare at her for a second and she avoids my gaze, her cheeks flushed. I clear my throat. “I like you too, Oriana.” I kiss her cheek, right next to her mouth. If I just turned my head a little, her plush lips would be pressed against mine. God, I want to kiss her so badly. But now is not the time. With an effort, I pull back. “We’re a motorcycle club. And some members have specific roles, like enforcer or president,” I say, needing to distract myself from her sensual lips.
Her eyes widen, and a look of wonder passes over her face. “I’ve always wanted to ride a motorbike,” she says, a faint smile on her lips.
“I’ll take you out for a ride sometime,” I say, already imagining her on the back of my bike, holding onto me tightly.
Her smile deepens. “I’d like that.”
“Then it’s done.”
“I can’t wait.”
She looks so genuinely happy it makes my chest tighten. “Ready to meet the others?”
She nods. “Am I going to meet the president too?”
