Page 12 of Devil's Lair

She taught me a valuable lesson though—just leave it all at sex and keep my heart outta it. It’d be a cold day in hell before I’d ever let another woman touch my heart.

Kennedy was something I needed to get out of my system. And I would very soon.

“Go home, Bailey. There’s nothing for you here, unless you wanna compete with all them whores inside.”

“You know I’m not like them.”

“Actually, I don’t.” With that I climbed into my truck, slammed the door and headed back to the motel. I’d sleep in the truck tonight, keep watch on Kennedy. Like hell, would I let the Cartel sell the girl.

Th thought of another man tasting that ripe peach had me already seeing red.

My knuckles hurt like hell. Three were already swollen and bruised from when I punched the tree. Something about that girl set me afire and I want that. Crave it. I need something besides endless days of Club shit to make me feel something. I checked her car was still in the same spot. There was no light peeking out from behind the drapes pulled across her window.

I parked my truck in the back of the lot facing the motel and drifted off to sleep.

“…the fuck she doin’?” I’m angry as all hell. I followed the girl out to the canyon. “She’s getting herself into some hot water now. Fuck.” My eyes closed and I pinched the bridge of my nose feeling a migraine coming on. How the hell am I gonna protect her now. Somehow she drove herself out to the exact spot where her sister was nabbed.

Fuck.

At least the lot shows no signs of a struggle or tire tracks. My jaw clenched as I opened my eyes, deliberating my next move. I got out of the truck, stayed hidden behind the tree line as I stalker her.

“Shit.” I muttered as she held something in her hands, from the hunch of her shoulders and the way her body slightly shook I knew she was crying. She held her phone to her ear talking quietly before pacing.

“Fuck.” Ten minute Slater, sirens cut through the early morning.

I went back to my truck, pulled a hat down over my eyes and debated how I was gonna play this one off.

I had gym shoes and my bag in the back. I changed behind the truck into my workout clothes and started to stretch.

“Bane?”

“Huh?”

I turned around, taking out an AirPod. “Sup, Deputy Higgins?”

“What are you doing out here?”

“Working out. Getting all fit n’ jacked. You?”

“We’re setting up a perimeter. This is a potential crime scene.”

“No shit?”

He eyed me not believing a word. But I looked the part. The canyon is a popular jogging spot. I stretched my left quad, really selling it.

“Since when does the enforcer of the MC train out here? I’ve got my eye on you for this all ready if we find anything connecting you or your Club to this… “

I switched legs, to stretch my other quad, rolled my shoulders while I was at it. Acting all nonchalant, I responded. “Got no idea what you are referring to. Gotta get my run in.”

I turned to jog back down the parking lot road, away from the perimeter the police were setting up. I felt his eyes on me the entire time.

I doubled back, making my own path through the brush into tree line.

“The fuck?” A shiny, chopper circled overhead. My eyes squinted when I couldn’t find my girl in the crowd.

I crept closer, staying just outta view as some slicked up fuck in a suit held me girl. He whispered words with his lips pressed to her hair. It was his arms that comforted her.

My fists curled.

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