Page 31 of Bratva Hunter

I park the SUV, setting up a camera on the dash and at the back window to keep an eye on the restaurant and the parking lot. There is a police cruiser parked at the space nearest the entrance. I stroll around the SUV and help Rosa get out. I pull her hoodie up over her head and tuck her brown hair under the edges. She really resembles the images of Snow White. Maybe we should dye her hair blonde?

The sign at the door tells us to seat ourselves, and we grab a booth at the rear exit closest to our SUV. The server hands us two paper placemats as menus. “I’ll be back in a few with coffee, water, and to take your order.”

The officers sitting at the counter offer a cursory glance at us before returning to their conversation.

Rosa taps her shorter, unpolished finger nail at the menu. “Whatever breakfast item tickles you, you’ll find on this menu.” Her eyes scan the restaurant. Various black and white photos adorn the walls. Oil wells, cattle, waterways, fish, and various birds give us a quick tutorial about life in Southern Louisiana. There are three other occupied tables, and a second server hovering around the counter. I can see a back room hiding behind a partially open door in the back of the diner, along thefar walls. The hair prickles on the back of my neck as the server returns with the beverages.

An officer laughs with the other server at the counter as the doorbell jingles with two bikers strolling in. Shit.

Rosa’s eyes follow the tatted, leather-jacketed men as they grab a table by the door. “Could they…”

I give her a look to end her question. Snagging my phone off the table, I check the cameras. “We need to go.”

Fear crosses her beautiful features as she moves to exit the booth. “I still need to pee.”

“Go. I’ll cover you, and I’ll meet you at the back door.” She’s got new luggage and all new clothes. How the hell did they find her? My little voice answers. Maybe it’s a coincidence, and they aren’t here for her.

She slips around me into the small hallway. The officer who laughed at the counter studies the bikers as they try to look casual while perusing the patrons. My cameras clock a third biker arriving in the parking lot and my adrenaline spikes. Time to go. I open the bathroom door as Rosa steps out. I pull her around me and through the side door when the front door jingles again.

“They’re looking for me, huh?”

“Can’t take the chance. Let’s move.” Through the side door and around the front, we skirt the building and climb into the driver’s side door of the SUV. Rosa climbs over the center console to take the passenger seat as I start the engine, keeping the lights off as I pull us out of the parking lot. Onto the road, I hustle to get us back on the interstate.

“How the fuck do they keep finding me?”

“I can’t figure that out. I wondered if someone GPS chipped you, but I’ve seen every inch of your body, and there isn’t a scar. It wasn’t like they were expecting you. Maybe the cartelhas hired every biker gang they can find. What if we left without them figuring out who you are?”

She smiles. “Could that really be true?”

“Not sure. Could be I jumped the gun.” Softening my facial expression, I need to help her relax. “I know you need food. I’ll find us some food before we get to New Orleans.”

“We’re still going there?”

“Yeah. We’ll stay in New Orleans until the day after tomorrow, get to North Carolina in a couple of days, and take the coast route back to New York. We’ll go slow through small towns, so it’ll take us a week to get there safely.”

“A week?”

“We’re going to be safe, baby.”

Chapter 9

ROSA

I’m so tired of cheap motels and crappy food. Rory assures me one more night, and we’ll be back in New York. The mirror shows me how different I’ve become. My hair is now blonde. I dyed it before we left New Orleans. I’m split between wanting for this journey to be over and never wanting to leave it. The fates have to be laughing their asses off because I love him. I can’t help it. My heart clenches at the thought of losing him. His soft breathing as he sleeps on the bed brings me back to the present. My body is wonderfully sore and sated from phenomenal sex.

“You’re watching me again.”

“Of course, I am. It’s my third favorite thing to do.”

He props up his body, resting on his elbow. “What’s number one?”

“You know what’s number one.” Before I can stop giggling, he shifts me under him and enters my wet pussy in one easy motion.

“I’ll never stop wanting you.”

“That’s a good thing because I’m always going to want you. Make love to me Rory.”

His gentle hands grasp my ass and hold me as he pumps my pussy with his hard cock. The sensations overwhelm me as he rubs my clit with every stroke. Moments fly by as I lose track of time and space as I’m lost in the pleasure.

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