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My mind flashes to him, bending me over a stack of tires and having his way with me in his dirty and greasy garage.
I shake away the fantasy.
“Looks like you could use my help after all.” He gets close enough that I can see his blue-gray eyes. He’s more attractive than I initially gave him credit for. He has some ink peeking out from under his sleeves, but I can’t make out the designs.
“Did you flatten my tire?”
“What?” He looks at me as though the accusation is incredulous.
“You heard me. Did you leave that note on my car and mess with my tire?”
“I don’t know what you’ve been drinking, smoking, or taking, but babe. I don’t need to go through that much trouble to get your attention.”
“First of all.” I jab a finger into his chest. “I’m not your babe.”
He grabs my wrist and grins lazily at me. “Yet.”
“Wait what?”
He chuckles. “What’s wrong with your tire?”
“Ugh it’s flat.” I gesture toward the rear left tire with my free hand.
“Also have a bent rim. Have you been backing over curbs?”
“No. I hit a pothole.”
“Right.” He grins again, and I realize he’s still holding my wrist. I jerk free from his grasp. “I can give you a tow and a lift. I’ll give you the friends and family discount.”
“I’m not sure I want to be friends with you.”
“Ouch. Who pissed in your Cheerios?”
“No one. Just can you tow me to a garage or whatever?”
“Yeah, I can do that.”
“Great.”
“If you want to wait in the truck, I’ll get you hooked up.”
“Thank you.” I grab my purse and climb into the cab of his truck that reeks of smoke and motor oil. Shooter Jennings belts out some melancholy lyrics on the radio. At least he has good taste in music, I suppose. I glance in the rearview mirror, seeing that he’s busy hitching my car. I shouldn’t be nosy, but when else, when I have this opportunity to find out something about this guy? I pop open the glove compartment. Empty save the normal things one would expect to find, registration. Proof of insurance. Owner’s manual. Nothing that tells me who this guy is and what he wants with me. Though deep down, I know the club wants to silence me. And I’ve just played directly into their hands.
They’ve got me where they want me. Vulnerable. Isolated. Is this how my sister felt before they killed her? Weary but hopeful. I study the stickers lining the frame around the windshield, and my stomach sinks with confirmation. There’s a sticker that proudly displays the Royal Bastards MC patch I see on their cuts. I look back as the whirring noise of the truck doing its job stops. This guy struts toward the cab, appearing pleased with a job well done. He’s got such a charming smile, but underneath possibly lies a killer and I can’t forget that this man and the club he belongs to are dangerous.
Did he do it?
Did he kill my sister?
Does he intend for me to be next?
Chapter Six
“Twice in one day.” I shake my head, climbing into the cab of the wrecker. I couldn’t have planned this better myself. Sure, I stuck the note on her car to give her a scare, but I didn’t fuck with her tire. I want to scare her, not cause an accident. And hell, she’s cute. My stepdad called after I left the apartment complex and asked me to come in. They’ve been slammed with repairs and shit and needed someone to drive the truck.
Luckily, he doesn’t mind working with me on my schedule to give me time off when I need to do shit for the club.
“Lucky me.” She shoots me an uneasy smile, biting her lip ring. The act is meant to be a nervous tic, but fuck me, it’s sexy.
