Page 22 of Sinful Deeds
Raven
Idon’t dare say aword as he leads me down the stairs and out of the clubhouse. We pass by Tank and some other members, including the scary biker with dead eyes that was guarding my door. Their stares stab at the back of my neck like a dozen needles are jammed into my skin. They call after us, wanting to know where he’s taking me, but he ignores their questioning. His silence is frightening, but he asked for my trust, so I try my best to give it to him.
I can hardly keep up with his large strides, but his firm grip on my hand leaves me no choice. We reach a covered area with a long line of bikes and I rush to catch my breath as he grabs a helmet off a hook on the wall.
When we reach his bike, he drops my hand, sending a chill through me. Despite our age difference, this man does something to my body I don’t understand. Even the simplest touch sets my body on fire and when he lets go I long for the heat only he can generate.
He swings his leg over the seat. “Get on.”
I pause, uncertainty filling me. This could be a trap. Adam could be holding something over his head to convince him to turn me over. He is an outlaw after all and released from custody fast. Even if he was just being questioned, Adam didn’t just let him walk. I can’t deny I want him, but I don’t know if I can trust him. “Where are we going?”
“I told you already.” He holds out the helmet, but my arms are stuck tight to my side. My feet glued to the ground. My eyes locked on his.
“No, you didn’t.” I hate how my voice breaks. I hate even more that it feels like my heart will break too. It’s not possible to feel this way. Everything I know about this man I’ve learned by watching from a distance. What makes him tick is as much a mystery to me as I am to him. I don’t know how to explain the push and pull between us, but I can’t deny it’s there. I might be signing my death warrant, but I take the helmet and lower it on to my head. Chainz grazes my cheeks with his fingers and fastens the clip under my chin.
“Where’s yours?” I ask.
The tight line of his lips curve into that shit-eating grin that makes my panties wet. “Don’t worry about me, little bird. I have a thick skull.” He closes a fist and raps on the side of his head while winking at me. “Besides, this state has a lenient helmet law.”
I forget about my hesitation and climb on behind him.
The bike roars to life and I wrap my arms around his waist as he backs out of his spot and crosses the parking lot. When we clear the gate, he picks up speed down the steep drive as the gate closes behind us. Chainz leans into the turn at the bottom of the hill. I shift closer, holding on tighter so I move along with him. The smell of the exhaust mixing with his cologne invades my nose.
We head west out of town. The road snakes through the trees and hilltops and across a covered bridge. At the top of a hill, the river comes into view. We turn off onto a gravel road that cuts into the top of the mountain and park off to the side. The place is isolated, which causes my nerves to tingle, but the view is breathtaking. If this is where he hands me over... if this is where I die, I couldn’t get any closer to heaven.
I climb off the bike and remove the helmet, looking over my shoulder for any signs Adam is nearby. “Why did you bring me here?”
He turns away to hang the helmet from his handlebars. “Are you always this suspicious?”
Yes... “No.”
He cuts his eyes at me as mine dart in every direction around us. “For Christ sakes stop looking over your shoulder. Who are you looking for?”
I wring my hands together, so he doesn’t notice them trembling. “Adam.”
“Adam?” He rubs his fingers through his goatee as if he doesn’t know who I’m talking about.
I let out a frustrated sigh, “Don’t play dumb. It’s not that sexy on you.”
“Oh, you must mean Agent Ward.” He glances over his shoulder than whips his head to the other side and does it again. “That’s something we need to talk about.”
Again, he takes hold of my hand, sending sparks shooting through my body. My feet slip against the rocks under my feet as he drags me along with him down an embankment. Despite my hesitation, I keep moving forward or risk dislodging my arm.
When we come to a clearing, he releases my hand and plops down near the edge of a cliff dangling high above the river. “Relax, no one’s coming here for you, little bird. I can promise you that.”
I don’t know what possesses me to sit so close, but when his leg touches mine, my heart thuds in my chest. I steady my hands in my lap and inhale a deep calming breath. With the bright afternoon sun hanging high above the hilltops overlooking the river, it’s a perfect photo op. Forgetting for a moment the days of posting selfies is over. Plastering my face all over social media like other girls my age is not the best way to stay hidden. Even though with Chainz by my side, I feel like I could step out of the shadows once in a while.
“I brought you here because it’s neutral turf. I have questions you need to answer.”
“And if I refuse?”
“I’m not a patient man. One way or the other, you’re going to talk. We’re not leaving here until you do.”
I’ve never felt so vulnerable in all my life, sitting on a cliff I would rather hurl myself off of then answer his questions. “Fine, but if I have to answer your questions, you answer mine.”
“Do I look like a man who gives in to ultimatums?”
“You’re asking me to trust you, so you need to give me a reason to.”
