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“Sounds good.”
“But I’m doing it for me. Not because you’re some knight in shining armor coming to save the day.”
Blade coughs out what I think is a laugh. “Never been accused of that, so you have nothing to worry about there.”
“Right. So. We have a deal?”
I hold out my hand for him to shake. Blade stares at it, and his eyes flicker up to meet mine. We never break eye contact as he wraps his massive hand around mine. Instead of shaking it, however, Blade just holds my hand.
I can’t look away, and for some reason, neither can he. I’m drawn toward him, my body swaying forward like a flower turning toward the sun.
Blade snaps out of whatever hold we were in, dropping my hand as if it burned him. “I’ll make the call. Grab whatever you need from your car and wait by my bike.”
“Sir, yes, sir,” I tell him, saluting the six-and-a-half-foot beast.
Something dark passes over his features, but it’s gone before I figure out why.
As I grab my duffel bag from the back seat, I remember my father’s last words.
The Devil will have your soul within a week.
Looking over my shoulder at Blade, I think my dad may have been right for once. But I trust this devil more than my own flesh and blood. I can only hope I’m not making a huge mistake.
CHAPTERTWO
BLADE
What the hell am I doing?
I’ve been asking myself that for the last five minutes as I work out the details of the tow truck with Axel over the phone.
I did what any decent human would do when seeing someone stranded on the side of the road. I was going to stop, call a tow truck, and be on my way. That was before I saw Sonya.
I mean, what the hell is a curvy little blonde bombshell doing out here on this relatively deserted highway? What was she thinking, driving her piece of shit car into the ground with no destination and no means to fix it when it inevitably broke down?
But those eyes. Goddamn, if they didn’t knock the fuckin’ air from my lungs the moment I saw them. Paired with golden blonde hair, a slender nose, rounded cheeks, and a smile that could break a man weaker than myself, she’s a lethal little package.
“Yo, Prez? You still there?”
“Yeah,” I grunt over the phone. “All repairs will be charged to me. It’s going to be a beast to fix, and honestly, we might not be able to salvage it.”
“I’m up for the challenge,” Axel assures me. He’s our newest patched-in member of the Savage Saints and eager to take on any task I hand him. Love his enthusiasm, even if I can’t match it. It’s been good for the club to have some fresh blood.
“Good,” I reply before hanging up.
I inhale deeply, rolling out my shoulders and preparing to be in Sonya’s presence. I hope to God and everything holy that she’s stopped crying. She burst into tears when I told her about her engine being blown. Unfortunately, I’ve been around crying women before, but I’ve never had the reaction I did with Sonya.
It was the strangest fucking thing. My heart lurched, making my chest tight. Felt like someone reached right into my ribcage and tore the damn thing out. Then I snapped at her, and she apologized…
Fuck me. I rub the heel of my hand over my heart, trying to ease the tension.
I need to set Sonya up in one of the rooms at the clubhouse before I slam down a bottle of whiskey with my MC brothers. I’m probably stressed from all the bullshit with the dirty cops in this town. That’s why I’m having chest pain. It can’t possibly be from one woman. One gorgeous, curvy, heartbreaking woman.
Dammit.
I shove my phone in my pocket and make my way over to my bike. I try keeping my gaze on the ground, but my eyes are drawn to hers. Blue eyes watch me approach, and I see her tense ever so slightly. I hope I don’t frighten her, which is another new feeling for me.
“Ever been on a motorcycle?” I ask her as I mount the bike.
