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“Not forced, as such. I… I dated Rexy Dawson, uh… sorry, he goes by ‘Reaper’ now.” Yeah, great road name, not one you get for honest reasons, as I know. Reaper was known for being an asshole, and that was something that was known by other clubs in the surrounding areas, because these guys were notorious for attacking other clubs, and this fucker was normally at the forefront of things.
“Reaper’s the one who got you caught up in cooking up shit for these guys? Babe, we gotta get you back out of this.”
Sophie blinked those wide blue eyes at me.
“Babe?” Fuck, did I just call her that? I facepalmed, and she lowered her eyes. Was she not horrified at the idea of me addressing her with some term of endearment? More than that, was she disappointed that I brushed it off?
“You don’t mind me calling you babe?” I’d realised, over the few years of playing a fucking role, and hiding my true intentions, when I really wanted to just be me, that sometimes it was worth just fucking speaking your mind, and putting your shit out there. This was one of those times.
Sophie’s cheeks went adorably pink, and she wet her lips before she replied, and yeah, that had my eyes on those sultry lips of hers now. Why was I suddenly getting fucking horny around her like this? It wasn’t that she wasn’t worthy of it, butIdefinitely wasn’t worthy ofher.
“I… I don’t mind, it just surprised me.”
I made the tea, before I joined her again at the table, this time sitting beside her, because it felt like across the table was too fucking far away at this point.
“In a good way? I don’t wanna go making any assumptions or anything, but I also don’t want to overstep, because I’m aware I’m here because you saved my ass.”
Sophie sighed, placing her hand on my shoulder and rubbing gently.
“I think, at this point, you’re here because I like having you here, Lowell. I normally keep people at arm’s length, because of the dangerous stuff I’m caught up in, and honestly, I shouldn’t be encouraging you to stick around for it, but I… I enjoy your company.” I could see how hard it had been for her to admit that, so it sucked that she really shouldn’t keep me around, since I was toxic as fuck, and would probably be more likely to bring her harm than anything else.
“I can’t promise I can stick around for long, but while I’m here, I want to help you with this situation with the Rogues. You can’t just run?”
She shook her head. “My younger sister is in her teens, and they’ve made a few comments about how she’d make a nice jailbait club girl. Stuff like that. I don’t think Rex…Reaperwould do that, personally, but the club isn’t all that nice. If I can keep this going until she’s out of school, and safely at uni, or something, I can try running then.” Nope. Those fuckers. This had to end now.
I reached up and brushed a lock of purple hair away from her eye, and she sucked in a sharp breath. I suddenly wondered what it’d be like to kiss her, to find out what sounds she made then, or if I touched her, stripped her… Fucking hell, why was my head suddenly in my pants?Herpants.
“I’m gonna get you out of this sooner, babe, here’s what we’ll do.”
Why the fuck did I suggest I masquerade as her boyfriend and co-conspirator? So I could infiltrate their club, and find a way to end them. Hell, it hadn’t worked with Phoenix, but maybe that had been a relief in the end. I hadn’t had the balls to do the things I’d threatened anyway, and the few things I did that pushed the limits, had been at a serious cost to my sanity. Maybe those skills were better aimed at a club who deserved it more.
Six
IwasrethinkingLowell’splan, as we drove the next delivery to the Rogues’ offsite storage facility. We weren’t allowed to the clubhouse for deliveries, which I guess made sense, but Lowell had some crazy ideas about getting intel on the club, and using it as leverage to get out. I just hoped he wouldn’t risk his own safety in the process.
He’d turned out to have some pretty impressive technical skills, and as well as creating a new identity for himself, which would certainly hold up for the purposes of our meeting with the club, he’d planned some sneaky moves to obtain info along the way. Dressed as a biker, he looked ten times hotter than he already did, and having dyed his hair black, and with the tattoo he’d stencilled onto his left cheek, he looked different enough that I wouldn’t have recognised him, so nobody else should either.
We pulled up to the checkpoint, and two bikers stepped out of the shadows just like they always did, casting their eyes over my white van, and coming up to my window.
“Afternoon, Doc, gonna need you both out of the van.” I knew the drill, so I hopped out and Lowell did the same on his side, and I handed the keys to the prospect to allow him to check the back of the van.
“Weren’t expecting a passenger, Doc, what’s going on?”
“I sent a text to Reaper, saying my boyfriend would be coming with me.”
The biker, Loner, looked Lowell up and down, glancing to the side as the prospect slammed the van doors, and gave him a thumbs up.
“Outrider, huh? Psycho? Nice name. What are ya doing around this neck of the woods?” Loner posed the question to Lowell, but he kept his eyes on me, making me feel even more nervous. Was he testing me to see if I was lying?
“Yeah, looking for a club not full of pussies, ya know,” Lowell said, turning to wink at me. He was completely relaxed, lifted his arms to get patted down at the appropriate moment, and then dragged me against his side once they were done. Tucked under his arm, I felt safer than I had in, well, forever. We hadn’t had a chance to practice that, but his touch felt natural to me, so it was easy to act like it was the norm.
“That doesn’t explain your presence here, ‘Psycho’. How’d you get a name like that, anyway?”
Lowell snorted, jerking a thumb at Loner as he looked at me.
“This guy, right? Thinks I’m gonna give up all my secrets on the first date. I ain’t that easy, man. I’m just keeping my lady safe, and that’s all you need to know.”
Loner glanced at the prospect, who nodded and disappeared back behind the black van they had off the side of the road.
