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He sighs and rubs a hand over his face. “I need you to come with me to talk to Ace.”
“Who’s Ace?”
“The president of the Reckless Souls.”
I gulp. “Why do I need to talk to him?”
Preacher hesitates for a moment before answering. “I think you can help us with something.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Help you with what?”
“Just trust me, okay?” he says with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.
Bikers are at the very top of my fantasy list, emphasis on fantasy, at least those were my thoughts until I met Preacher. He’s hot and tough and all kinds of badass, but there’s a gentleness about him that calls to me. But I know I need to be smart until I know more.
“What can I help you with that can't be discussed here?” I say kind of snotty.
“Because we need to talk.”
“Okay,” I say, drawing the word out into about four syllables. “Why can’t we talk here?” I swing my arm around, indicating the dining room table, where we’re still sitting, littered with the remains of our pizza dinner. Not that I’m opposed to going with him, especially if it means getting on the back of that monster and wrapping my arms around his big, beautiful body, but a girl can’t be too careful.
“Because there are some things we need to discuss, and Ace needs to be the one to talk to you.”
I’m wary and lean back with my heart pounding against my chest. “Uhm, why?”
“Gia,” he sighs as his frustration grows. “Just trust me, okay?” he asks with a hint of desperation in his voice.
I'm torn. Part of me wants to trust him because I feel like he's a good guy, but the other part is scared shitless of getting involved with a biker gang.
“Okay,” I concede. “But only because I like you.”
Preacher grins. “I promise it’ll be worth your while.”
“All right. Let’s go.”
He blinks at my abrupt change and opens his mouth, probably to offer up more mansplaining. “Okay. Go get a jacket. You’re not riding like that. Do you need to tell Kathy you’re leaving?”
I shake my head. My mom went to her room after she finished eating. “She rarely notices when I’m gone, and with the news about Frank, she won’t give a damn.” I run back to my room and grab a jean jacket from the closet and then call out to my mom, “I’m leaving with Preacher! Be back soon!”
Outside, I head to the oversized leather and chrome monster chillin’ on the street in front of my house. “Let’s go. I can’t wait to get on the back of this baby.”
I turn to Preacher, and he’s still on the porch, staring at me like he thinks I might be a little bit crazy.
He's not wrong.
The front door of Ro’s house flies open, and my best friend rushes out with wide, wild eyes. “Gia, what is going on? I’ve been waiting for you to call or text me back.”
“Oh, fuck girlfriend! I’m sorry.” I call out to her and when she gets closer and wrap a comforting arm around her. “No worries, Ro. Some guys from the same gang as the other night broke in, and Preacher kicked their asses.”
I nod to the stoic man standing a few feet from us.
“Preacher, this is my best friend, Romina, but we all call her Ro.”
Preacher holds out his hand like the gentleman he is underneath all that leather and denim.
“It’s nice to meet you, Romina.”
“Uhm, you too.” She turns to me. “Where are you going?”
