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“Please, Chey, nothing’s gonna happen, I swear to you. Where I go, you go. You’ll never be alone with anyone. We need ya to help us, baby.”
“You’re not asking me to look at a picture, Trax. You’re asking me to be in the same room as him. Telling me to point my finger and say, ‘He’s the guy who killed Mick.’ Do you have any idea the danger that puts me in? Or does that not even matter to you and the club?”
“I would never let anything happen to you, and neither would the club, I promise.”
“Yeah, well your track record sucks on keeping me safe.” She folded her arms. “I’m not sure I believe you.”
His eyes darkened, and he released his hold over her. She inched back toward the bed, not liking the glare he sent her.
He snarled, and his lip curled. “You think I’m lying. All the shit I said to you last night, you think I lied?”
“I don’t know, Trax.” She drew in a breath. “Your club means everything to you, and I’m just some girl you got tangled up with due to circumstance.”
He flinched and settled back against the wall. “Is that what you think?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know what to think.”
The silence lingered in the room. She peeked up through her lashes but couldn’t get a read on what he was thinking. His head fell back against the wall, but his gaze remained on her.
“First time I saw ya, when ya came into the club.” He smirked. “You looked so outta place. You did this weird, nervous shift on your feet and scanning the guys. I thought, ‘What the fuck is a woman like this doing in our club.’ We’ve had pretty girls there but none compared to your beauty. If I had gotten ya in my sights riding down the road, I woulda stopped just to look at ya, Chey.”
She bowed her head as her cheeks heated. He was not allowed to be sweet right now.
“Then I tackle your ass.” He snorted. “Not the best first impression. Hell, any other woman would have called the cops on the spot. Not you, though. You came in, scared as hell, but gave the info to the club. Then ya shocked the shit outta me.”
She glanced up, and his lips curled.
“Know what ya did?”
She shook her head.
“You gave your condolences.” He drew in a breath with a small smile. “You’re surrounded by bikers, in their club, handing over something ya know ain’t legal. You get insulted, accosted, mocked, and berated, and still, ya say, “I’m sorry ya lost Mick.’ You may not have realized it, but you gained the respect of every man in the room when ya did that.”
He sighed, pushing off the wall and strolling to the bed. He sat on the opposite end, much to her disappointment. “Everything I said last night was true. I wanna be with you, even if I don’t deserve ya, and I probably don’t.” He glanced over. “I’d protect you with everything I am, Chey. I’m not choosing the club over you. I just can’t let what happened to Mick go.”
He sighed, staring back at her in silence.
“But I won’t try to force your hand on this. Whatever you decide, I’ll back it against the club.” From where she sat, she could only see his profile. He took a deep breath and stared up at the ceiling.
There was more to the story here. She could feel it. He held back. She crawled across the mattress and saddled up next to him, grasping his hand. He clasped his fingers through hers and tightened his grip when he glanced over.
“What aren’t ya telling me?” she whispered.
“It wasn’t supposed to be Mick.” He paused and angled his head toward her. “I was scheduled to make the pickup.”
“What?”
He nodded and stared straight. “It was my pickup. But Mick knew I was backed up with the bike repairs, knew I needed to get shit done, so he offered to do it.” He sighed, and his shoulders sagged. “And I fucking let him. Guilt is a hard thing to carry.” He turned his head. “Don’t want you to feel guilty, though. I carry that shit. I wouldn’t intentionally put it on you.” He cupped her jaw and pressed his lips against her mouth, smiling. “Got a confession, I lied this morning.”
Her gaze lifted, and he smirked. “I promised not to trick ya ever again. It was a fucking lie.”
“What?”
“Yeah, planning on tricking you to one day fall in love with me.”
“How long does it take for this plan to go into effect?”
“Why? Is it working?”
