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And maybe I should fuck one of the sweet tarts before I go see her, I thought to myself. Get whatever it was that got me so fucking hot for her out of my system. I didn’t like the feeling of not being in control.

Jezzie caught my eye as I walked across the room. I gave her a wink, which she immediately interpreted as an invitation. She broke away from the other two women and headed my way. By the time she reached me I was sitting on a stool ordering a beer.

“Hi, honey.” She didn’t climb up on the stool next to me. Instead, she wiggled her way between it and me so that we were touching. “Did you want to finish what we started earlier?”

My nose turned up at the cloud of strong perfume that shrouded us, and I had to wonder what the fuck was wrong with me when my dick didn’t even twitch at the sound of her offer. “Later,” I said, surprised at myself when not even five minutes ago I’d been thinking about getting rid of some tension by fucking one of them. “Maybe once the party gets going.” I turned away from her and chugged down half a can of beer that Ted, one of our newer prospects, had set in front of me.

“Well, you know where to find me when you’re ready.” She ran her hand down the front of my body, her nails skimming lightly over my zipper.

I was glad when she walked away. I thought about the stubborn woman in my room and what it was going to take to get that name from her. Until that happened, I’d see if I could find something on the computer. I did investigative work with Lynx when it was necessary. Leo must have a social presence somewhere.

I grabbed my beer and headed for the computer room, which amounted to nothing more than a windowless closet because no one spent a lot of time in there. We kept it locked because access was limited. I unlocked the door and sank down into one of the chairs. Eight computer screens were actively streaming images of the club’s bar, The Animal’s Den, and various locations around the salvage yard.

I barely skimmed over the computer screens, focusing on the one directly in front of me. I pulled up Instagram and was about to type in Leo’s name when I realized that I didn’t know her last name. Fuck! I slammed my fist down on the table and sat back for a minute. It looked like I was going to have to go get it from her. I rose from the chair so fast that it rolled back and hit the wall. After making sure that the door was locked again, I headed to my room.

I unlocked and opened my door. There was nothing quiet about my actions, but the woman sleeping on my bed didn’t stir. A quick glance around the room revealed that she’d gone through some of my shit. Drawers weren’t closed all the way. I snorted. What had she been looking for? A weapon of some kind? And then I frowned when I realized that I did have a knife in the closet.

I walked to the bed and stared down at her. The woman had curves for days on her tiny frame. Nice full tits a man could smother in, wide hips that I could grasp roughly when I was fucking her, and a rounded ass that got me hard. I hadn’t been kidding when I’d told her I was an ass man. I loved pussy, but there was nothing better than sinking into a tight, juicy ass.

Jesus! I reached down and gave my hard dick a rub. Something caught my eye, and I leaned in to see what I was looking at. A silent laugh escaped me when I realized that she had found my knife. When she’d turned onto her side, a tiny portion of it, still in the sheath, had become exposed. What did she think she was going to do with that?

I shook my head and knelt on the bed so that it shook. “Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.”

Leo moaned and slowly moved onto her back. Eyes still closed, she stretched and moaned some more, obviously forgetting where she was. I grinned and let my eyes eat her up some more, enjoying the way she thrust those tits up as she moved.

I knew the second it dawned on her where she was. Her eyes bolted open, and she sat up abruptly, meeting my eyes.

“Get enough rest, darlin’?”

She reached for the knife behind her back and brought it forward. Damn, she was cute, sitting there threatening me with a sheathed knife.

“It only works if you take it out of the sheath,” I advised, wondering why I found the situation amusing when I should be angry as hell. “I need your last name.”

She ignored my comment about the knife and didn’t move. “Why? So you can look me up and figure out who was driving the car?”

I was growing frustrated with the situation and took a minute to think. With a heavy breath, I said, “Okay, I won’t hurt him.” I crossed my arms at the small lie.

“It’s too late. I don’t believe you now.” She tilted that chin of hers.

Oh, Jesus Christ, save me! “Why the fuck are you so stubborn?!” I’d lost my patience, getting a little satisfaction when Leo jerked at my tone. I looked up at the ceiling and pleaded with the powers that be to give me the strength not to do something I’d regret.

With a loud sigh, I put my eyes back on the stubborn spitfire. “Here’s how this evening is going to go—we are having a party tonight, and you’re going to attend. You might even make some new friends. But during that time, I want you to think about this—either you give us a name, or we’ll take it out on you.”

Disbelief spread across her suddenly pale face. I didn’t take pleasure in scaring her, but this had gone on long enough and I was done. If, in the end, she still refused to give us the driver’s name, I’d have no choice but to let her go. I couldn’t hold her forever. And if she went to the cops and told them that she’d been held against her will, they would come here only to find out that she’d been invited to a party, and that we had no idea what the fuck she was talking about.

“Is that how you get your kicks? Threatening women?”

“Actually, no. But you’re a pain in the ass, and I’m done with this fucking back and forth and getting nowhere. You want to leave? Go back home? Believe me, I want it more. But someone you know caused my brother to end up in the hospital and then took off like a fucking coward. I think I’m within my rights to get a name.”

Surprisingly, a look of guilt flashed in her eyes. Good. Whatever it took to get her to talk. I’d pass the word to the old ladies to grill her without being too obvious. Make nice with her. I contained my smirk. “You hungry?” It was past dinner time.

“I could eat something,” Leo said. She wiggled her way off the bed.

She was too close, but my feet wouldn’t move. The overwhelming need to kiss her again hit me like a punch to the gut. Instead of giving in to the urge, though, I carefully took the knife from her hand and set it on the nightstand. “You won’t be needing this. Everyone is friendly.”

She looked skeptical but remained silent. I reached for her hand and took it in mine. Hers was so small and soft, but I didn’t want to notice that kind of shit about Leo. I didn’t want to notice how cute she was with her long brown hair, rosy lips, and bright green eyes. I didn’t want to be attracted to her, but my dick overruled my will.

“Come on. I’ll take you to the kitchen for something to eat.”

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