Chapter 4
CHAPTER 4
R onnie
I did not sleep a wink last night! When he threw that heavy-ass leg across mine, I swear my leg felt like someone electrified me. I tried prying my leg from under his, and he practically plastered me to his side, setting my entire side on fire. I was married for years and never in my life felt the desire that I felt for this man. What the fuck! I scooted the millimeter he allowed away from him and breathed a small sigh of relief from not being all up on this man. But once I did that, my mind still wouldn’t settle down. First of all, he looked familiar which is weird because I know I have never seen him before, I would for sure remember him. He is what a refined southern lady would say is easy on the eyes, and he is built like a brick shit house. I smile a little at the use of my Uncle’s term. When he stripped down, My gawd ! was all I could think of. His thighs could choke a bear, and was a sixteen-pack a real thing? Probably not. I mean, I wasn’t wearing my glasses or contacts, so I was probably just seeing double. And then I was insanely pissed off with myself for just giving in so easily. When did I become a punk? Honestly, I think I’m just tired, but that is no excuse. My Uncle told me to fight, don’t make shit easy for a mother fucker, and what do I do, sit at the table and just tell this man to kill me. Naw I got some shit to clear up first. It’s time to stop running and face what I have been running from for two years. And it does not go unnoticed that his whole demeanor changed when I uttered the name Judah. It’s obvious he knows him or, at the very least, knows who he is, so if he can get me to Judah, maybe I can rectify the situation. Is that his hand on my ass?
“If you don’t want to draw back a nub, I suggest you get your hand off of my ass.”
“So you’re laying over there with all that ass, and I am not supposed to touch it?”
“Exactly,” I say through gritted teeth cause I am not supposed to be liking this, but my body has other ideas.
“That’s pretty selfish. I mean, I’m over here with all this dick, and I wouldn’t mind at all if you just reached over and grabbed it,” he says, now gripping my ass. I am so taken aback I literally sputter trying to comprehend what he just said to me. My head whips to look at him, he smiles at me as he lifts the blanket to show off said dick, but I absolutely refuse to look. “Chicken. I mean, you may or may not be dead by this time tomorrow. Live a little.”
“Get your goddamn hand off of my ass, or one of us won’t have to wait until tomorrow to die.”
“Yeah, this is the real you, feisty, a fighter, not that little meek mouse you showed me downstairs in the kitchen,” he says, finally removing his hand from my ass.
“You don’t know me,” I tell him, snatching my leg from under him and rolling out of the bed before he can catch me. I grab my phone off of the nightstand, “No calls!” he yells as I pad to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door for good measure, but with the condition of my front door, I am sure it’s a futile move. I turn on the shower, connect my phone to the built-in Bluetooth speakers, turn on my playlist, and step in. Dan begins crooning, and I get lost in the heat, music, and suds. I probably stay in longer than I normally would to avoid the brute of a man in my bedroom, but I’ll never admit that. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifts, and I know I am no longer alone.
“Will the water change if I flush?” he yells and I am too stunned to speak. Did he break into the bathroom while I was taking a shower to pee?
“Uh, no, and there are several other bathrooms in this house.”
“But only one with you in it,”
I am so frustrated I don’t even bother staying in the shower. I turn the knobs so hard I almost break them. I pull the curtain back slightly, reaching out feeling against the wall to grab my towel, but I can’t find it, and I know without a doubt this man has it.
“Can I have my towel, please,” I ask, frustrated as hell.
“As soon as you give me your name,” he says, and I can hear the smirk from here.
“Ronnie,” I grind out.
“Ronnie. Well, here’s your towel, Ronnie,”
I peek my head out of the shower to see him dangling the towel on the tip of his finger clear across the bathroom. Pulling the shower curtain to my body I reach my hand out for the towel.
“Come and get it,” he taunts. I have to think quickly before this turns into a standoff.
“You know, and I could be wrong here, but I always heard that for all the ruthlessness of the MCs, they are pretty chivalrous to women, but I guess that was a lie.”
“I am chivalrous. You’re breathing, aren’t you? Most people who steal a bike from one of us would already be decomposing somewhere.” I know he is right, so I take a deep breath, push the shower curtain to one side, and step out of the shower, butterball naked. I walk over to him, snatch the towel wrapping it around me before walking into the bedroom to his whistling.
“Very nice.”
“Go to hell,” I grit out. “What is your name, by the way, since we’re no longer strangers.”
“Lion,” he says, watching me get dressed. I heard that name before. He indeed has a reputation in the Quarter. I stayed away from as much of that as possible, but I heard some of the girls talking about wanting to be an ol’ lady. His phone chirps, he walks out of the room, and I take a deep breath of relief. I do not like the way this man makes me feel, the out of control way my body responds to him. I hurriedly get dressed while he’s out of the room cause low key, if he had touched me, I would have folded like a folding chair. Just a complete jelly back, for sure. I slide some leggings on with an extra large tee shirt before sliding my feet in some slides and head downstairs. I go to the kitchen, and there he is, jeans hanging low on his hips with no shirt on, looking better than he has any right to. Pulling a water from the refrigerator, I almost finished it in one gulp. He is talking to someone at my door like he lives here. The man walks away, and a few seconds later, he comes back carrying a door just like the one he kicked off the hinges. Aww, so that’s who this is. The guy gets busy taking down the old door, and Lion slips out to stand on the porch. While he is out there, I pull out the ingredients to make a quick salad with grilled chicken and get to work.
Lion
“Yeah, I found the bike and the woman who stole it.”
“And the woman,”
“She’s inside,”
“Alive?”
“Yes.”
“Really? Why?”
“Because she is looking for Judah.”
“Judah? She asked for Judah by name?”
“Yes,”
“Did you tell her who Judah is?”
“No, I want to find out why she is looking for him before I decide if she lives or dies. Also, she is sexy as fuck.”
“Aww, there it is.”
“I am not you. I don’t stay knee-deep in pussy 24-7,”
“And I hate that for you. You need to try it. It will help you deal with all that stress.”
“Will you shut the hell up, please,” I ask, shaking my head. “Anyways, she is going to stay with me until she fesses up to what the hell she wants with Judah and how she knows that name.”
“Let me know what you need from me, and stay on alert. There are only a few people who know that name,”
“Right, I’ll stay frosty,” I tell him and hang up. I texted him on my way to bed this morning to let him know where I am and to also send someone to replace her door. I keep him informed just in case I need backup from him or the club. Now what to do with the sexy ass thief besides fuck her senseless. When she walked naked out of that shower, it took all my considerable strength not to snatch her ass up and fuck her against her dresser. Now, I need to get her to talk, but she doesn't trust all that easily.
She cooks! I think when I walk back in, and the house smells amazing. She is chopping something on the counter next to the stove.
“Don’t just stand there. Wash your hands and get to chopping,” she says without looking in my direction, and I do what she demands of me. I wash my hands, grab the tomatoes, and get to slicing. We make short work of putting this salad together, and a few minutes later, we are sitting at the table eating what she claims is a salad. To me, it’s a sub without bread.
“What dressing is this?”
“I made it,”
“Really?”
“Yes, it’s just lemon, honey, oil, I prefer avocado oil, and some seasonings.”
“It’s delicious.”
“Thank you.”
I lean back in the chair, completely full, surprisingly. “Why are you stuck here?”
“Cause I put more roots down than I anticipated,” she responds, answering without answering a damn thing.
“You’re being a smart ass. I don’t think you understand the gravity of your situation,”
“Trust me, I understand my situation, but that still doesn’t mean I am going to trust you with my shit.”
“Well, we’ll be in this house until you talk or until I kill you,” I tell her, being upfront, and if looks could kill, I would be the dead one in here.
“Why do you even care? I mean, you are planning on killing me anyway so why does it matter?”
“Truthfully, I don’t, but if I help you find Judah, I want to know why. I am not bringing trouble to no one's door, at least without knowing what I’m getting him and I into.”
“Well, I guess we’re at an impasse then, aren’t we?”
“I guess we are.”