Chapter 63
KIERA
Pursing my lips, I eyed my figure in the floor length mirror. I’d thrown on a pair of black, tapered trousers and a loose, gray sweater. The cold of winter was settling over Valemont and I had no desire to be underdressed on the back of my saviors’ bikes.
I wasn’t entirely sure where we were headed, the “meeting” sounding rather vague and cryptic.
But what about these two wasn’t?
I let out a sigh, thankful for Spencer’s easy escape from being cornered by Leo. After breaking the seal with Spencer, it was hard to hide the flush that Leo brought to my cheeks.
It wasn’t a question whether I’d like to be touched by a woman… Clearly I loved it last night.
Shaking my head, I smoothed the front of my wool sweater. I still wasn’t ready to play with Leo’s heart. Not until I was certain. And flirty banter wasn't certainty.
But the attraction — if that’s what it was — was going to be harder to hide.
Especially when Leo looked like that.
Trying to center myself, I walked out of the huge bedroom and padded down the stairs in my long socks.
Downstairs, Leo waited by the front door. Her hands were shoved into the pockets of her baggy, black jeans. “We match.” Smirking, she bent down as I got closer.
Raising an eyebrow, I watched her closely as she grabbed my pair of black Doc Martens from her side and held them out for my feet.
She tapped her shoulder, wanting me to use her broad, muscular body to steady myself while I put my shoes on.
Who was I to deny her?
Rolling my eyes, I put my hand on her muscular traps. “Thanks.” I swallowed hard, hoping the excitement between my legs wasn’t showing in my face.
“Anything for you, Princess.” Leo looked up at me, throwing a cheeky wink along with that stern smile. “Not a bad view from one knee.”
“You barely know me.” I pulled my hand away, trying to break whatever spell was forming between us.
But as Leo stood, towering over me and letting her earthy musk seep deep into my senses, her face grew serious. “I know everything I need to know.”
A loud clap came from behind us as Spencer waltzed into the foyer. Wearing a pair of tailored cargo pants and her signature leather jacket, Spencer grabbed the handle of the oak doors. “Let’s roll.”
The wind chilled my bones as soon as the door popped open.
To my surprise, instead of the usual blue Suzuki and red Ducati, a deep green sports car sat out front. Instead of a recognizable logo on the trunk, there was a red and green shield like emblem.
“No bikes?” I turned to look at Leo and Spencer.
Leo pulled keys from the pockets of her jeans and unlocked the car, moving to the rear passenger door and holding it open for me. “Not today, wanted you to be warm.”
Following behind me, Spencer laughed. “And my bike is in the shop, so Leo pulled out her Italian beauty for us.”
As I ducked into the car, thanking Leo as I took my seat, it was clear to me that Violence had money to spare. I’d seen my two captors handling plenty of money over the last couple months but I hadn’t realized it was importing-foreign-cars money.
Maybe crime does pay.
My eyes widened as I looked around the gorgeous car, the interior was black leather with red embroidering on the fabric. Looking to the front as Leo slipped into the driver’s seat, I read the name over the emblem on the steering wheel: Alfa Romeo.
The name was familiar, surely something I’d heard my dad talk about when I was little.
Pressing the ignition, the sports car roared to life, a low hum rumbling under me as I leaned back into the seat.
Spencer turned around in the front seat to look at me. “All set, Bunny?”
Nodding, I buckled my seat belt and tried to enjoy the ride. Within seconds, it was obvious to me why Leo had put me in this spot. She wanted me to ogle her while she drove. And I wasn’t about to resist the temptation.
Her hands were a collection of veins and tendons, all draping elegantly across her skin as her hand glided around the wheel. She’d thrown her jacket in the back seat, leaving her tattooed arms on full display for me.
I felt a twinge between my legs, a sensation Spencer had satisfied the night before already roaring back for me.
I mean jesus, they’re fucking murders.
But even that reminder wasn’t enough to stop my mind from begging to watch her.
The drive into Valemont wasn’t nearly long enough to get a good look at her, I could’ve sat in that back seat for hours. Maybe with a vibrator in hand if I was lucky.
But Leo pulled the car into a parking spot just outside Valemont City Hall. It was a stately building, made of stone and columns — completely antithetical to the other buildings in this grungy town.
Before I could even reach for the door handle, Spencer was out of her seat and helping me out of mine.
Stepping onto the curb, I straightened out my sweater and cleared my throat.
“Still flustered? I can fix that.” Spencer licked her lips, still hungry for me.
Leo came around the car before I could answer, waltzing past us and up the stone steps into the government building.
By the way she moved, it was obvious this wasn’t a new haunt for her. They’d both been here plenty. But what business these two undiscovered criminals could have in a place like this was still beyond me.
My chest tightened at the thought. Walking inside, we were greeted by two security guards. Valemont PD who could throw cuffs on any of us just for witnessing what we did.
“Stay level, babe.” Spencer whispered into my ear as she loaded up the security bin with her stuff. A pile of keys, a leather wallet, some lip balm.
Nodding, I followed suit, placing my sad, useless wallet and phone inside. Then I followed behind Leo and Spencer as they walked through the scanner.
No beeps for any of us, the security guards printed out three badges and handed them across the counter to us as we collected our items.
“Thank you,” we were a chorus of politeness as we headed to the elevators.
Our shoes clicked against the tiled floors of the old building.
Looking up, I took in the high ceilings, the stone extending up and over our heads.
The same color as the stone at Dom’s mansion, I wondered if City Hall was just as old, if the stone had been pulled from the same quarry.
I need to get my hands on those records. Clearly, none of my captors were going to be much assistance in helping me understand why that stupid house was so familiar to me.
Trying to be subtle, I scanned the list of county offices placed next to the elevator buttons. If I could slip away for just a minute…
The ding of the elevator snapped me back to reality. Sandwiched between Leo and Spencer, I wasn’t going anywhere.
I was their captive now, not just a houseguest. And under Dom’s orders, they wouldn’t dare let me out of their sight for more than five minutes.
We rode up the elevator to the fifth floor. Consulting the list I’d tried to memorise, my eyes widened. District Attorney. Parole Offices. County Recorder.
Bingo.
Just my luck that my two captors would take me right where I needed to be.
If I could get inside the Recorder’s office, I could request any records the county had on Dom’s mansion, something the county refused to let me do online.
Previous owners meant spurring my memory. Or at least, I hoped it would.
I’d even tried calling and no one had bothered to answer. A part of me wondered if the place was even open, if the county cared enough to staff the office.
Archaic system.
But as the elevator doors swung open, arrows pointed in two directions. To the right, the DA and parole offices. To the left, the County Recorder.
And we were turning right.
Shit.
Leo stopped us in front of the DA’s office, a small wood bench in the hallway. Gesturing to it, Leo cleared her throat. “You’re going to stay here and be a good girl. Right?”
Just as I was about to open my mouth, letting the lie that I’d behave slip past my lips, the elevator dinged with a new arrival.
As soon as Dom laid her icy blue eyes on me, she turned angry. Storming down the hallway, her chest was heaving by the time she stood in front of us.
With a snarl pulling her nose up, Dom growled. “I told you not to bring her.”