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“It’s a beautiful view you have here.”
“It definitely is a view I want to wake up to again. I would prefer it if it was lying next to me,” he grins.
“Smooth, biker boy.”
“Still with the boy? Darlin’, I’m all man.”
“So you keep telling me.”
Finishing my tea, I stand from the chair.
“I need to get going,” I tell him as I head inside and wash my cup.
“You have to?” he asks, sounding like a little boy
“Yeah, I have work to do,” I explain with a kiss as I start to leave.
“What kind of work?”
“The boring kind. I’ll text you,” I say, not giving a time.
“Still don’t trust me,” his statement makes me stop halfway out the door.
“Tank, stop pushing it. I told you that my trust needs to be earned, and you can’t earn it with sex. Stop pushing me,” I growl at him before slamming the door behind me
Pulling out of his drive, I take a look back at the house. He is standing on the front porch, watching me with a sad, but curious look on his face. I know in that second, he’s not going to give up until he knows all my secrets. I need to keep my guard up. Making my way to the abandoned warehouse, I go to the office we’ve set up without any issues and change into the spare clothes I keep in my car.
“You not been home?” asks Willow
“Anything while I’ve been gone?” I ask, dodging her question on purpose.
“Yeah, seen a new guy visit, and I don’t like the look of him,” she tells me, bringing the photos up on the laptop
Taking a closer look, I agree with her. This guy has maniac written all over his face. He’s the type of guy that if you met him in person, you wouldn’t show him your back. Not trustworthy at all.
“You work out who he is?”
“Running him through databases, but nothings come up yet.”
Willow is one of the best hackers and computer experts you can find. If there is something or someone to find, she can sniff them out.
“Okay, why don’t you head home and get some sleep?”
“Thanks, P,” she says as she heads off.
Checking the equipment is set up and all okay, I get comfy in the chair. After checking my emails and playing a stupid game on my phone, I notice movement on the cameras. A large, white van has pulled up, and they are unloading a few women from the back. Quickly moving to the camera, I start to focus on the faces of the men and a woman to get some pictures. As well as running a trace on the registration of the van. It comes up stolen from a few towns over. With that dead end, I start to run the faces through our software to see if we could get any names. It is a long process. Not like in the TV shows, where they run it, and in seconds a name comes up. It actually can sometimes take days to get names, if you get them at all.
Settling back down, I wait for any more action. I need to know the main players in this ring and also who those poor women are. It’s not long before I have a couple of names pop up. Running their information, they seem to be local, which is not surprising. People like these men usually recruit locals, as they have in-depth knowledge of the area. The sound of a bike coming close causes me to check the cameras. An old and clearly not cared for one pulls up to the curb. The rider gets off, and I notice it’s the same man from the photographs Willow had showed me. I wish he would turn around, so I could see the back of his cut. The van pulls in front of him, blocking my view.
Fuck, at least I now know he’s in a club. Can’t be too many of them around here. Making a note that he’s a biker, I start to search for known clubs in the area. While really hoping he’s not part of the Sons of Havoc.
CHAPTERSEVEN
TANK
I can tell Pandora is hiding more than just a lack of trust. She won’t tell me anything about her life, really. I mean when we talk, she tells me bits and pieces, but nothing real or substantial. I want to know about her family, what she does for a living, who her friends are, and what her life is truly like. Not just her favorite color, food, or sexual position. Though she is amazing in bed, I want to know more about the woman outside of the bedroom.
Thinking this is getting me nowhere, I grab the helmet I got for Beau and head over to give it to him. I’m spending the day with the kid, as Carrie has a therapy appointment. I love spending time with him. The kid really makes me laugh. After everything he’s been through, he’s bounced back and enjoying the new life he has. The life he should have always had. If I could raise that fucker from the ground and kill him again, it would still be too good for him, too easy. He deserves to suffer a hundred deaths for shit he pulled. Pulling up to Carrie and Joker’s, I walk through the door.
