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more tattoos to be displayed, well-fitted jeans with a few tears, and he held a leather

jacket over his shoulder. Once again, I thanked the heavens for sending my dad out to

watch the ballgame. I may have been twenty-seven, but I could still see my dad throwing

a fit over me going out with someone who had as many tattoos.

¡°Hello, Samantha,¡± he said, and I pulled my eyes from his carved chest to his eyes.

¡°Ready?¡±

¡°Uh, yeah, but¡­¡± Peeking around him, I saw a black motorcycle parked on the

sidewalk. It was smaller than all the other trucks and cars in the neighborhood, but it

signaled more power and intimidation than anything else on the block. I gulped and

turned to him, hoping my fear was wrong. ¡°Isaac, where¡¯s your vehicle?¡±

His green eyes stared at me with amusement and his lips grew into a daring smile.

¡°You¡¯re looking at it.¡±

Chapter Seven

Wrench

Keys in the ignition, I kicked the stand of my 2012 black Goldwing and was about to

give Samantha exactly what she needed to unwind.

No one would believe me if I told them I didn¡¯t mean to ask Samantha out that night,

but it was the truth. After a few long days of mulling over what Tank said, while also

haunted by flashes of Samantha¡¯s plump lips, I decided Tank was right. As much as I

wanted to fuck Samantha, something told me she¡¯d only get in the way. Not that she

seemed clingy, I just knew I wouldn¡¯t only fuck her once. Once I got a taste of her, I had a

feeling I¡¯d be addicted in a way I hadn¡¯t been in a long time¡­

I tried to do the decent thing. The girl seemed nice, not like the usual chicks I talked

to. If it weren¡¯t for her helping Buddy, she¡¯d have no business being in my life. I was the

one who asked for her number, the least I could do was explain that it wasn't a good time

to meet. She seemed gentle and quiet, and like¡­ I dunno. I had a feeling she had been

burned before. Whatever it was, I¡­ didn¡¯t want to hurt the girl needlessly.

So, I called her.

And for fuck¡¯s sake, someone was testing me. Tank or Rooster must have hired her to

mess with my head, ¡¯cause she started pleasuring herself over the phone with me! All