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Kevlar pulled apart his handgun and mindlessly cleaned it. The act soothed his nerves and tampered the urge to shake Kita’s shoulders until she woke and spilled the truth. He could wait. Hewouldwait.
After spending years in deserts doing exactly that, he’d built up a reserve of patience. But when he saw Kita being dragged to a back room with an extremely handsy Cutthroat, he couldn’t stay idle.Damn glad I didn’t either.
Kita stirred in the bed and his eyes darted up. She didn’t wake. He was fine with that. He wasn’t sure what to say when she did. The blue excuse for a dress caught the corner of his eye. The Cutthroat ripped it the night before. Thankfully, Macha’s madame, Dolly, helped him with Kita when he burst through the clubhouse door with her in his arms. Dolly took over, giving him a chance to down two shots of whiskey to settle his shaking hands.
Dolly eased Kita’s drug-idled body out of the dress and into his bed. He hadn’t left her side since. Not even when Doc, the club’s resident doctor, checked her over. The man swore she hadn’t been injured, but Kevlar wasn’t so sure. The purple bruising on her face and red marks around her neck made him sick. Any man who could do that to a woman didn’t deserve to live.
He finished cleaning the gun and reassembled it. The time on the wall mirrored what his stomach told him.Missed breakfast and lunch.He’d do it every day if it meant he kept Kita safe. He counted the bullets in his gun. One of them would’ve ended up in the Cutthroat’s head if the other man hadn’t fallen the fuck down after their scuffle. He shivered at the alternative possibilities the night could’ve brought.
Her loopy words the night before flooded his mind.She has a motorcycle.That didn’t shock him in the least. In college, she used to drive an old Harley. He used to think it was so badass for a girl to ride one.I wonder if it’s the same one.
He made a mental note to ask her later. A low groan came from the woman wrapped in nothing but a sheet. Whipping his eyes to Kita, he sighed, and his anxiety lessened. She slowly cracked open her eyelids and scanned the room. When she landed on him, a littleyipslipped from her mouth. He tried not to chuckle, but it was too damned cute.
“Welcome back to earth.” He rested his handgun on the bedside table, tilting his head.
“The fucker drugged me.”
“Yeah, you saw lots of pretty unicorns on the way back to the clubhouse. It was quite the trip. Literally.” His smile faded. “Doc guessed it was a roofie laced with something else.”
She sat up. “Who?”
“Our club doctor.” He handed her a bottle of water. It was lukewarm, but she took it, nevertheless.
“Oh.” She greedily drank the water, droplets trickling down her chest. He didn’t bother to look away. He’d seen it all before anyhow.
Her eyes dipped to her state of undress. “Did you…?”
“No. Dolly did.”
“Dolly?”
“Our club madame.” He nodded to the dress. “I didn’t think that thing would be comfortable while you slept.”
“Thanks.” She didn’t scurry under the covers like most girls. She’d never been ashamed of her body. It was one of his favorite things about her.
She used to dance around naked.The memory flashed to him and he tried to put it aside.That was then. This is now.
“How’re you feeling?”
Kita pulled her knees up and hugged them. “Horrible headache, but overall okay.” Her gaze fell to him, the amber depths another favorite thing about her. “How’d you know I needed help?”
He wiped his hands on his jeans. “Rubble and I were there for recon. We think the Greenback Cutthroats joined up with Diablos MC.” Her slight frown made him study her face. The way she wouldn’t hold his gaze ripped him apart. “You knew this.”
She slowly nodded. “It’s the reason I’m here. Why Mandi and I are here.”
He frowned. “What do you mean?”
Moving to the end of the bed, she stood up with no regard for her nakedness, save a blue lacy thong. For the first time, he let his eyes graze her body. Her slender shoulders tempted him to reach out and touch, but the ornate shapes were what truly drew him in. Tattoos covered almost every inch of her skin. He frowned at the lack of color. They were all black and white. Not one colored tat. If he didn’t already have feelings for her, seeing her artwork would get him there. But it wasn’t merely the tattoos. Plenty of girls around MCs had them. It was one in particular he couldn’t look away from.
“Kita.”
She glanced over her shoulder, dark hair framing her cheek.
Getting to his feet, he crossed the small room. Slowly, he lifted his hand and traced the military dog tags complete with his service number engraved on her right shoulder blade. “You didn’t forget me.”
“Forget you?” Incredulous, she shook her head. “How could I forget you?” She let out a shaky breath. “You were everything to me.”
Replacing his fingertips with his lips, Kevlar didn’t stop after kissing the tattoo meant to remind her of him. The feelings he stored away in the vault of his heart broke free. Grabbing her hips, he continued to kiss across her back, the tattoos’ stories he desperately wanted to hear.
