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“You know why,” I said, and she laughed.
“What isn’t said doesn’t need to be. Stay safe and give Warden my regards,” Duchess said, referring to the Camden, Maine, President of the Royal Bastards MC.
“Will do,” I replied and reached out to grip her hand. Holding Duchess’s eyes, I put feeling into my voice. “Thank you.”
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I stormed out of my office and headed for the man who stood there looking down his nose.
“What do you want, Wylde?” I snapped without a by-your-leave.
“Need to speak to your girl,” he retorted.
“Which one?”
“Storm,” Detective Hayden Wylde replied. His aura of calmness made me want to smack him. I hated this guy.
“Get Storm,” I snapped at a prospect. Ace, Cyber’s apprentice, took off immediately as I turned back to my latest inconvenience. “What’s this about?”
“That’s mine and Storm’s business,” he answered as he looked around the clubhouse. His gaze rested on a whip, and his eyes slightly widened.
“See something you like, detective?” I purred, and Wylde smirked. I gritted my teeth silently together. Nobody could get under my skin like this raging asshole.
“You’ll never know,” Wylde murmured. His eyes ran over me, and I knew what he was seeing. I stood at five feet seven inches with long, brunette hair that fell in waves. I had dark brown eyes, rosebud lips, and high cheekbones. Yeah, I was fuckin’ stunning, big deal. I was also slender, narrow-waisted, with reasonable tits and ass. Men drooled over me, and I was bored to death with them.
For three years, I’d been looking for something to make my pussy sit up and clap. Why the hell Hayden Wylde did that, I didn’t know, but I wasn’t going there—not with a cop.
“What’s up?” Storm asked as she walked into the rec room.
“Storm, I need a word,” Wylde said.
“What?” she asked, dropping into an armchair. Wylde glanced at me, and Storm waved a hand. “Whatever you need to say, Wylde, it can be said in front of Sapphire.”
“Do you remember a kid called Miles Fox from your past?”
“I broke his nose, so I hope so,” Storm said, suddenly sitting up—alert.
I was also on guard.
“Seems Fox didn’t learn his lesson. He’s spent time in and out of juvie and has done several sentences for assault and battery. Fox has just been released for the fifth time, but he made some comments to his cellmate. Somehow, Fox has decided you’re the one to blame for his bad run of luck and was talking about taking a hit out on you,” Wylde said.
Storm blinked. “Say what?”
“Fox has decided that all his badness comes from the fact that a girl broke his nose. You.”
“He broke my baby brother’s arm, and he’s bitching?” Storm flared up, her eyes clouding.
“Ain’t arguing facts, Storm. My concern is that a local cop in Nevada contacted me from where Fox just did his last stint. He warned me that it’s possible a hit was put out on you. I’m here as a warning.”
“Warning given and heard, Wylde, thanks,” Storm replied, seemingly unbothered.
“Storm, you need to take this seriously.” Wylde had an edge to his voice. “Fox has become the type of asshole, he’s bad news.”
“Detective, thanks for the warning, but we’ll take it from here,” I said, interrupting.
“Fine! I warned you,” Wylde said and stormed out. My eyes followed him, lingering on his ass.
“You’re hot to trot for him,” Storm teased, but I saw the worry she was trying to hide.
