Page 5 of Filthy Savage
“Not so fast,” I call out. I navigate through the crowd after her. I’m not fucking letting this one slip through my fingers so easily. Not when a simple wink, head turn, or slight smile from her has done what no other woman has been able to do to me.
She stops at the front door and whips around. “What’s up, slugger?”
“One second. After you,” I say, opening the door so the pretty little thing can slip outside onto the sidewalk.
“Thanks. I see now that someone at least tried to raise you right,” she says with a grin.
I nod. “Damn straight.”
“Except they didn’t quite succeed at getting you to talk without all that cursing.”
“Maybe so.” I drag out my phone and quickly key in my unlock password to bring up my contact list on the screen. “Let’s make sure I have the chance… to see you around.” Smiling broadly, I hold up the phone. “Name and number, doll. Unless your bark is bigger than your bite.”
“Real smooth. What’s your name anyway?”
“Axe.”
Angel raises her eyebrows and bites down on her bottom lip. “Of course it is,” she drawls, rolling her eyes as she takes the phone into her free hand and passes me her coffee cup to hold. “What makes you so sure I won’t just put in some fake number so you’ll go away?”
I lean forward and lower my chin until my lips are close to her ear. “Because, you already know what you’ll miss out on if I don’t see you again,” I groan out on a breath.
I don’t have to wonder about how Angel will respond. I have her right where I want her. She moans out a hot, sultry breath at my suggestion. Sure, I’ll have to wait a little longer, but I’m going to make this woman scream my name soon. She’s more than worth the wait, and hell, she herself will probably regret every second she missed before she feels my hands run over every one of her curves. My very own Angel has just dropped from heaven right into my sinful arms. I plan to show her what hell is all about, one scorching hot lick at a time.
Without another word, she keys in her contact details. Since my hands are busy with the two coffee cups when she’s done, the feisty little thing grasps my left jeans pocket and slowly slides the phone down into the opening. Her touch is dangerously close to my junk. So close it makes my cock jump.
“My kind of girl,” I groan, returning her coffee cup. “How about you and I meet up for a drink tonight?”
I hear Angel’s phone start to ring from somewhere inside her purse, which distracts her from giving me an answer right away.
“Hang on a second,” she says, biting down on one side of her bottom lip as she fishes around through her things. Her hand emerges with the phone, and the second she catches sight of the phone screen, her disposition changes. Her face transforms from flirty and sexy to full-on panic mode. The color drains from her already pale skin, her shoulders slouch forward, and her confident posture vanishes.
“Hey, you okay?” I ask her, gently resting a hand on her upper arm.
“Sorry, I’ve got to run.” She lets out a nervous giggle. “Work stuff, and all that. Maybe a rain check?”
I’m not buying her attempt at laughing off whatever has just got her all worked up, but I don’t know her at all. I can’t, and don’t push the issue.
“Sure. Rain check it is.”
“Thanks. See you around, Axe.” Angel spins around and bolts off, and I vaguely notice something flutter from her purse onto the ground. My eyes can’t look away long enough to check it out while Angel gives a cursory glance in each direction of the street and darts across the road between slow moving traffic. It takes everything in me not to follow her, but that type of creepy, stalker-type behavior isn’t me. Looking on the other hand, I can do. I continue to watch until she climbs the steps of the public library and disappears inside.
If Angel’s a librarian, then fuck, maybe I should pick up reading as a side hobby.
Taking a few long gulps of my coffee, I refocus on what’s around me and remember that something fell out of her purse. I check the ground. Damned if I’ll let that go without a proper investigation. It’s a tiny pink square of paper from a sticky note, still stuck to the concrete pavement a few feet away. The non-stick end waves slightly, threatening to get picked up by a light breeze. I snatch it up and flip it right side up to read and hopefully have some insight into this little Angel.
Fuck.
I should’ve known someone like that sweet-looking, mouthy minx had to come with its share of complications. I stuff the paper in my pocket and throw a look over my shoulder at the coffee shop patrons. The note has simple handwriting with the words, ‘Meet Dean Roman for Sonya, Hell Valley Saloon, 215 Ponderosa Drive, Beaver Dam, Tuesday at 7:30p.m.’
What kind of dealings does Angel have with him?
Dean Roman is President of the Mongols MC, a club that has gone from being our allies, to neutrals, to possible rivals, at a time when the allegiances are constantly shifting.
I’ve got to be out of my fucking mind, fraternizing with the enemy.
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I nearly spillmy coffee all over my boots as I rush inside the front door of the clubhouse. Fuck. Silas and Sabrina are still around. They’ll definitely rip me a new one for not coming back right away, but meeting Little Miss Curvy makes it all the more worthwhile, even if she’s on the wrong side of things. I’ve already made up my mind about what I’ll do tonight. Some reconnaissance is at the top of my agenda, starting with the address that fell out of Angel’s purse. Sure, tracking her down is a real no-no, considering I’ve only just met her. And yes, I’m thinking with my dick. Still, her meeting with Dean Roman and her reaction to that phone call also have me curious to find out more.
