Chapter Twenty
It was a bit of a mess, really, because she thought I’d stood her up, when that was the last fucking thing on my mind, and yet, was I here that night? Thanks to the fucking Don, I missed her, and now she was convinced I was some asshole who made dates with women, and just fucking didn’t show up.
And the bigger issue, I mean bigger than my fucking blue balls, was the fact that if she was more pissed at me, she was more likely to try and screw with me, and the club, and that’d get her killed.
How the hell could I warn her off, without making her even more curious about me, or my connections?
Would she have already tried looking into me?
My fingerprints matched my fake name, and that fake name had a whole fake back story that led as far from Don Rossi as possible.
That said, I knew she was tenacious, and desperate to find something untoward, probably for career development, but she didn’t realise just how dangerous it would be for her to even try.
I grabbed my burner phone, locked myself in my room, and dialled the one person I could talk to about this.
“You again? I think you’re developing feelings, man. I’m taken.”
I grinned, flipping the phone off, even though Ice couldn’t see me. His sense of humour was borderline abusive, and isn’t that the best kind?
“I’ve got my dick in my hand… does that scare you?”
He made a choked sound and cursed me.
“I nearly drowned in my coffee, you fucker.”
I leaned back and relaxed for a minute, because something about Ice just chilled me out, and maybe that was what I really needed right now.
“So you’re saying that was too early to choke you? I’m all about edging, man.”
Something rustled on the other end of the phone, and Ice sighed heavily.
“Well, now I’ve wiped up all the coffee I spat everywhere, I’m guessing you didn’t call just to hit on me. What’s up?”
What’s up indeed. How the fuck to even say this… being real wasn’t really my thing, was it?
“Grease? Is something going on there? Nothing’s coming up on my sweeps?”
“Jesus, I’m just trying to work out how to fucking say this, can you shut it?” I ignored his laugh, and cleared my throat. Just fucking do it, dipshit.
“Say you were me, and someone was getting too close-”
“If I were you, I’d probably hit on someone else,” he said glibly, but I knew he was absorbing my words, so I gave him a moment, and that’s when he groaned, and I knew exactly what he’d figured out.
“Her?”
Fuck. He really was fast.
“Maybe. So just say she’s getting too close, and certain people are concerned about the threat she might pose…”
“Fuck. Big D?” See, talking about this shit on phones was hard work, with all the fucking chicanery we needed to do to hide our meanings and stuff.
“Yeah. Say she’s on her last chance, and that got blown when I got uh… tied up in a situation again…”
Ice groaned. “You mean you crossed the line again, or you fucked her again?”
Ha. “Which could also be called crossing a line,” I admitted, already pretty sure I knew what he’d say.
“Fuck, man, you don’t do things by halves. Is she aware there’s a threat?”
“What the fuck could I actually tell her though? I tried backing off and not triggering her temper again, but I kinda fell on her.”
“And in her?”
“No, that was the night you fucking witnessed, you big eyed fucker.”
“Well, I had successfully fucking burned that from my memory, but now the image of your pale ass is back, thanks for that.”
“You see my dilemma though, right?”
He was quiet, and that meant things were ticking over in that scary brain of his, so I held off pushing him for his response. It’d come. And I had a feeling I wouldn’t like it.
“Is it love? Like, are you wanting this to go somewhere?”
“See, now you’re hitting on me, man. I just like you as a friend.”
I listened to him laughing, but continued, because maybe he was onto something.
“Dunno. Probably not love, but definitely… something…”
“Buckle up, man, because you’re not gonna like this. The way I see it, you have two options. Let things continue, knowing she’s toast, or cut her loose, and stay away. If she doesn’t bother you again, maybe this can all go away.”
“She won’t leave it at that-”
“Your dick’s probably not that special.”
“I mean, she’s like a fucking bloodhound, waiting for something to use against me, or the club.”
He cursed. “Then maybe she needs to disappear before anyone tries to make that permanent.”
Fuck me.
“I’m not that kinda guy, man.”
“I’m saying she needs to leave town, fuckhead. Out of sight could also mean out of mind on this occasion.” It made sense, but how the fuck do I make a person leave the town she’s settled in, without telling her why?
Jamie
You know what’s scarier than getting caught up with a hot and sexy biker, only to learn that I could have been raped or murdered when I crept into their compound? Getting a text message from someone who doesn’t, and shouldn’t, have my number.
Unknown: Seems we have a little misunderstanding, little pain. I didn’t ghost you that night. I was called away, and the prospect never told me you showed. I thought YOU ditched me.
I mean, it was obvious it was him, since he was the only one who called me that, and you know, all the other details in the message.
I just didn’t know how to respond, because was it really that simple?
Would he have reached out if I’d left a number?
Or was this really down to a prospect not passing on a message.
Unknown: For the record, that prospect would be getting an asskicking, but he had a family emergency. Talk to me, little pain.
I agonised over what to say, and whether to reply at all, or just leave him wondering if he had the right number, but that begged the question, didn’t it? How the hell did he get this number at all?
Unknown: Don’t make me come looking for you, baby. I’m good at finding people.
Holy crap. Did he have my address too? Was it a threat?
Was he threatening to come after me? Maybe Alex had been right this whole time, and why was I so easily thinking of him as Alex now, after always calling him by his surname.
He was right. I was a fucking disgrace. That wasn’t a fair way to treat someone who was in my life day in and day out.
Unknown: Don’t just sit there rubbing one out at the idea of me, little pain, I’m right here, and I’m waiting for you.
I finally let myself respond, but if he’d been expecting me to play along, he was sorely mistaken. As much as I wanted to think about him, and how amazing the sex with him had been, I was too freaked out right now.
Me: How did you get this number?
I could see he was replying instantly, probably with that sly little grin of his. Damn him, he probably knew how hot it looked too.
Unknown: Already explained that, didn’t I? Aren’t people like you meant to be observant?
Unknown: What I want to know is what happens next. Are you coming back to the clubhouse? Spoiler alert, if you do, you’re getting fucked. Good and hard.
His words affected me in two ways. First and foremost, my body tingled in all the right places, because the thought of him inside me again was almost too much for my sex-starved pussy.
The other part of me though, the part that had listened to Alex, was thinking that it sounded sexually threatening, and like I should stay away from him at all costs.
Me: Are you stalking me?
That’d keep him distracted, wouldn’t it?
He couldn’t admit to it, because it’s risky to say such things to a police officer, but if he said no, then he’d have to explain how he knew my phone number if he wasn’t.
My phone rang then, and I rejected the call.
Knowing how sexy he might sound on the phone was hardly going to make this easier, and I needed to keep my wits about me.
Unknown: Ever had phone sex, baby? I’m real good, I swear.
Again, that really wasn’t helping me be strong right now. How the hell could I keep him from enticing me right now?
Me: I’m sure I’ve had better.
Whoa. I went there, huh?