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“That’s your dad? He was sweet.”
“Sweet? Ain’t never heard anyone describe Chopper as ‘sweet’.”
“Well, he was.”
“Kissin’ on my Tattoos” alerts me of a text message and I pull my phone from my back pocket. It’s Toni.
T: Thought you wanted to talk?
R: Can’t right now. Call you tomorrow.
T: Is it about your hottie bf?
R: Yes and no.
“Put away the phone, Raven,” Gage growls.
I put it on vibrate and stick it into the jacket pocket. I know exactly what he’s thinking. “It’s not Chris.”
“I don’t care who it is. No interruptions. When you’re with me, no one else exists. Got it?”
“Whatever, Mr. Bossy.”
No one else exists.Who does he think he is?He pulls over in front of the local bakery, Sweet Treats, and shifts into park.
“Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
He returns a few minutes later with a plastic bag and hands it to me. I peer inside and see the strawberry cheese pastries I adore.
“How did you know I like these?” I ask, completely surprised.
“You were having them yesterday. I made you spill them. Figured I owe you.”
“Thank you.” I’m even more surprised he noticed. I open the container and dig in. A few pastries later, it hits me that I haven’t offered him any. “Would you like some?”
He gives me the crooked smile.
“Only if you feed me.”
“Fat chance.”
“Feed me.”
I have one at his lips before I even know what’s happening. He bites into it and I wait for him to swallow before I offer the other half. He takes it and leans forward, sucking the sugar from my index finger. I swallow hard as that now familiar tingle runs through my body.
“Mmm…they’re good.”
He jams on the brakes and I’m hurtled forward, then pulled back by the seatbelt.
“Jesus! What is it?”
“Fuck.”
I follow his gaze and see six men on motorcycles parked in front of the clubhouse. They don’t look like Dealers.
“Push the seat back and lie flat. Don’t get up until I tell you to, understand?”
“What’s going on?”
