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“I understand that. I’ve done my research,” I assure him.
“Research.” He laughs at me again and it’s really starting to piss me off. “Boy, there ain’t no research gonna prepare you for the things you’ll see, or the things you’ll have to do. My club is full of good, honest men, but all of them have the touch of psycho inside them. It’s what brings ‘em here and it’s what keeps ‘em here. Do yourself a favor. Go find another way to pay your folks back.”
When he stands up and walks towards his door, like he’s about to see me out, I take one last stab at it, this time risking it all.
“Dane Brightman.” The name rolls off my tongue and I feel nothing.
“That name supposed to mean something to me?” Declan stares back at me hard.
“No, I doubt you’ve ever heard of him, but I can tell you where he’s buried because I put him there.”
The look of shock on the man’s face tells me I got his attention and when he sits back down, I explain.
“I spent six months of my internship working in the ER, and every couple of weeks the same woman would come in. She’d be beaten black and blue, and she always refused the rape kits the nurses offered her, told them it couldn’t be rape when the man doing it to her was her husband.” Declan shows he’s got morals when his face scrunches up in disgust.
“That last night I saw her, I told her not to go back to him. I tried putting her in touch with a women’s shelter. I even offered her cash to help her get out of town, but she told me he’d always find her. She told me that the only way she’d ever be free of him was if he was dead.”
“What you tellin’ me?” Declan leans forward on his desk, his eyes full of curiosity.
“I’mtellin’you, I got that man’s address from her records. I followed him to a bar and watched him drink, and then I made sure he never made it home to hurt her again.
I got her free, and I did all that without a single ounce of remorse. Is that touch of psycho enough for you?” I rest back in my chair and let him take in what I just told him.
“Get yourself to the garage for a 7 a.m. start,” he tells me, tipping his chin toward the door and letting me know it’s time to leave.
“I won’t let you down,” I assure him, trying to keep the smile on my face as I head out.
“And, Dr fucking Jekyll...” I turn back around when he calls me back. “Don’t fuck with my sister,” he warns.
“Sure thing boss.” It’s a promise I can keep. I got no intention of fucking with Mia. In fact, I’m here to do the opposite.
She said I don’t belong in her world, and I’m here to prove to her that I do.
“So, how’s it going?” I ask, slamming the box I’m carrying on the workbench and admiring how hot Jamie looks in overalls.
“Good, what’s in the box?” He jumps up from the floor and wipes his oily hands on his legs. Now those are some hands I can imagine touching me. In fact, I’ve thought about them touching me. A lot.
“Security cameras. Some of the Souls from Colorado just got into town and Jessie’s old lady is hooking us up. She’ll be over in a minute,”
“And she couldn't carry these over herself?” Jamie glances inside the box before looking at me suspiciously.
“If she did I wouldn’t have got to see you.” I decide there’s no harm in a little flirting and when Jamie flashes me that boyish grin, it’s hard not to stretch up on my toes and kiss the hell out of his lips.
“Skinner’s looking forward to your second date, tonight.” he douches me with a cold bucket of water, and what makes it worse is the fact there’s no bitterness in his tone.
“He’s just headed out to pick up some parts if you were wondering where he is.”
“How’s the bike building going?” I change the subject, looking across to the corner where the chassis he’s working on is propped up, Club rules dictate that all members must have built their own bike before they make the cut, and Jamie has shown he’s keen by getting straight to it.
He’s working on it after hours and, although my brother hasn’t officially offered him a prospect role yet, I’m sure he’s gonna get one.
“She’s coming on nicely. I’m gonna work on her some more tonight.”
“You ride?” he asks me.
“Yeah, I can ride. Not got a bike of my own though. My brother won’t allow it…”
“We’ll have one there, and another facing here.” Maddy’s voice comes from behind me and I watch Jessie, the VP of our Colorado charter, listen to her instruction, then look blankly at Jamie.
