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Placing my mouth next to her ear, I whisper, “Whatever your sweet pussy desires,Syn.”
Her breath catches at the same time I notice the first aid kit on the table next to her. Yeah, fucking her the way I did the first time is going to have to wait.
“But we’re going to get to know one another first this time around. Not by choice, believe me. I’d rather combine business and pleasure but you need to heal. So, we’re going to focus on this instead.”
I pull back and grab the bag with documents from the chair and place it on the table. Opening it, I take out the police dossier and slide it in front of her. “I assume you’ve seen all of this?”
She gives a curt shake of her head. “No. They have been putting me off ever since it happened. I’ve hired two private investigators since and fired both because they were stringing me along. No one has answers or leads.”
“Good thing we met the way we did.” I shoot her a wink and tap a finger on the patch of my cut. “How well do you know the Iron Hot Blood MC?”
I take the chair across from her and she places her forearms on the police file while keeping her eyes on me. “I know them because my uncle was murdered there. Wrong place at the wrong time, an unfortunate chain of events that left my cousin fatherless. That fucker killed my uncle so he could use his farrier van to get onto the property unnoticed. So, when my sisters and I went to visit my cousin for the funeral, we looked into them. Nothing stands out. Decent guys, good reputation when it comes to business selling horses and other livestock. And they paid their respects and have been kind and supportive toward my cousin ever since. Other than that? Nothing.”
“I was raised by the president of another chapter in a different state. My parents were murdered when I was sixteen and I was trying to catch the one who did it on my own. Link, the prez at the time, caught me sleeping on the streets. He was the one working the case and took me in. We never caught the killer, though. So, you might say I understand what you’re going through but it’s not why I’m here. I’m here because you scorched me in a way I can’t begin to describe. This is what brought me to your doorstep and what I’d like to explore. And what better way to see what can happen between us while we’re working on something together.”
She gives me a doubtful look. “This president you’re talking about, he works cases? He’s running an MC, a ranch, and a private investigator business all combined into one?”
I give a curt shake of my head. “No private investigator, more like Rangers, but they don’t have a specific label. They have a contract with the government and work in law enforcement to catch criminals and solve cases. Most of those are hard to catch or solve and need a different approach. Instead of using cops or going undercover, they hand over all the reins to this MC. Not just the Iron Hot Blood, there’s another club and its chapters they have a contract with called Broken Deeds MC. They’ve done amazing work in the past and it’s why the government has branched out in other states, allowing these specific MCs to use any means possible to gain justice. They do have some ground rules to follow, one of those is to never harm civilians. But I guess that goes without saying.”
Her eyes go down to the documents she’s leaning on for half a breath and slide up to collide with mine.
“You’re going to find out who killed my father,” she simply says, not voiced as a question, but as a statement.
I give her a tight nod because she’s finally understanding–and accepting–what I’m telling her. First fucking step, next step will be for her to admit to the fact she was mine the moment she jumped into my arms. But first things first, there’s a lot of work to be done, and I’ll make sure we’re going to do it together.
CHAPTER THREE
Four days later
– HUDSYN –
“He’s staring,” Medley whispers beside me.
I refuse to look to my left where I know Ezra is leaning against the fence. All muscles, in one of the flannel checkered shirts he’s been wearing in different colors these past few days. Annoying how he has the top few buttons unbuttoned as if he needs to show off his tattoos. Swirls that endlessly continue to who knows where because I’ve had sex with this man but haven’t seen him naked.
It’s frustrating. He’s frustrating. I’m frustrated. Whatever. He’s been hovering every chance he gets. Unless he’s in my cabin, working behind his laptop. He’s mentioned something about needing clearance and once he gets it, he will be able to really dig into my father’s case.
I know he’s not bullshitting me. I’ve done my research and called the biker my cousin is seeing and he told me to trust Ezra. And to be honest? He walked into my cabin with more information about my father’s MC and what happened than I’ve managed to gather over all those months.
A burning sensation flashes through my upper arm and I swing my head toward my sister. “Did you just slap me?”
“Hell, yeah,” Medley hisses underneath her breath. “You’re day dreaming while you need to focus because you’re teaching Tikki how to ride. And she asked you three times if she can gallop this time.”
Cursing on the inside–seems I’m doing it a lot these days–I finally give in. “Fine, why not.”
I stalk toward Tikki, who is riding on Ava. “You’re finally ready to gallop?”
“Prez,” a rich, dark chocolate voice rumbles and it makes goose bumps spread all over my skin.
I swallow at the dryness of my throat and let my hand slide over Ava’s coat. She’s such a good horse. Sixteen years old and always calm and ready to ride. A perfect horse to teach someone how to ride.
Tikki’s father taught her how to ride a motorcycle but she has been scared of horses most of her life. Her father always thought he had enough time for her to overcome her fear so he could teach her how to ride. Seems there’s never enough time when you think there is.
Ever since I picked up my father’s cut and continued his legacy, Tikki has wanted to follow in her father’s footsteps. And that right there is why she wants me to teach her how to ride and overcome her fear because her father loved it.
“I’m not your prez, Ezra,” I quip and focus back on Tikki. “Okay, you can do this. I’m going to be right next to you.”
“A word, please, Syn,” he rumbles close to my ear.
