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“Taz,” I sighed, “We’ve been over this.” I said firmly but nicely.
Fragile egos were so fucking annoying.
“I’m not asking for a blowjob in the back seat of your car.” He said with a smirk. We both knew he wasn’taskingfor anything. He was trying to force it.
“I have to go,” I ignored the comment, trying for safer grounds. “It’s been a long day and an even longer night.”
“Why don’t you let me give you a ride home then?” He tried again, “You ever been on the back of a bike before?” He said with a wink, “I bet it will wake you right up.”
Memories assaulted me of a time so long ago and threatened to pull me under into a nightmare of heartache and mistakes.
“Look, Taz-,” I started but then all of a sudden, lights flicked on from three different sides of the parking lot seconds before rumbling motorcycle engines came to life.
Taz looked around us as the bikes closed in on all sides and I could tell by the look on his face that they weren’t his men. Panic threatened to claw its way out of my throat on a scream as I clutched the mace tighter and backed up towards my car.
Five motorcycles pulled across the parking lot from the shadows and parked around my car in a half circle of menace. When the engines cut off and the lights lowered, I made out the patch on the front of one of the riders.
Black Eagles.
Double fuck.
I watched as three of the riders got off their bikes while two others stayed on, watching us both closely.
The president of the club, a man I only knew of as Houston, walked around the front of his bike and smirked at Taz before looking at me. “Where are your little buddies, Tazzy?”
The man was terrifying. He was almost seven feet tall and had a beard long enough to reach his belly button and death in his eyes. “Just out for a night of fun.” Taz responded, “Nothing more.”
“Fun huh?” Houston asked, looking at me again. “What do you say, darling? Are you looking for some fun?”
“I just tend bar here.” I said flatly. “I don’t associate with him, I’m on my way home.”
Houston smirked again, “Yeah, I could kind of tell by the right hook you gave him that you weren’t down with him or his crew.” He adjusted his gloves again, and I recognized them as the kind with armored knuckles in them. Which meant if he swung on someone, they’d fucking do some damage.
Blaine used to wear those kinds of gloves.
Pain radiated in my chest, battling the fear as the president looked me up and down again.
“I think you should get on home, Sweetheart.” He said with a nod to my car, “Dark parking lot like this ain’t safe for a pretty little thing like you at this hour.”
I nodded back, giving Taz a half a second of a glance, knowing he wasn’t going to be let off so easily. I all but ran to my car and threw myself inside, locking the doors behind me and started up my car.
I backed up into the grass because of the bikes around me and then pulled around them.
I looked on as the two that had been sitting on their bikes got off, to circle around the back of Taz as he and Houston talked.
The guy was about to lose a few teeth if I had to guess.
As I drove around the bikes, one of the riders was looking directly at me through my window. He was tall, just like Houston, and wide as the day was long with shoulders better suited for an ox. He had dark hair tied back in a bun on top of his head that made him look like a dark Viking king ready for battle. He wore black jeans and a white tee under his black vest, with a face mask over the bottom half of his face that had a skull jaw on it to add to the menacing look he had.
But what made my skin prickle and the hair on the back of my neck stand up, was the way his hazel eyes glowed in my headlights as he stared at me, ignoring the little gathering going on around him.
Familiarity tried to burn its way into my gut at the color of his eyes, but I refused to allow it. Because the green eyes that his reminded me of, belonged to a man who was locked away in a California state prison serving a life sentence.
There was no way he was out and staring at me through the darkness.
Yet, that small part of my brain tried to tell me the mysterious biker in front of me was Fox St. Claire.
But it couldn’t be.
