Chapter 11 #4
I knew I couldn’t just let her walk out without saying or doing something. If I did, I’d lose whatever chance I might have with her. I stood and stepped towards her as I admitted, “I’m trying here, but I’m just not good at this, Frankie. I don’t know if I can be the man you need me to be.”
A warm smile crossed her beautiful face as she placed the palm of her hand on my chest. “I’m not asking you to change, Roman.”
“Then, what do you want from me?”
“I want you to take a chance.”
With that, she lifted up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to mine, kissing me softly.
My hands immediately dropped to her waist, inching her closer as I kissed her back.
Damn. This woman had me twisted into knots.
I’d never hungered for a woman like I did for her.
It was all I could think about as my tongue delved deeper in her mouth.
Our tender moment quickly grew possessive and demanding, and our hands became frantic and full of need, leaving no question as to what we were both feeling.
My mouth roamed over the curve of her neck as I whispered, “Stay.”
“I can’t.” Flushed with desire, she took a step back, breaking free from our embrace. “I need to get back.”
“I don’t want you to go.”
“Remember that over the next couple of days. It might help you decide on whether or not you’re willing to take that chance.”
She gave me a quick wink, then turned and walked out of the house, leaving me alone to determine my next move.
Apparently, she didn’t get that I’d already made up my mind.
I wanted her. I wanted all of her. It was a risk, one I hadn’t dared to take before, but if there was even the slightest chance Frankie Sullivan could be mine, it was a risk I had to take.
I was tempted to go after her, but I had to get back to the clubhouse to meet up with Hawk and Menace.
I finished gathering my things and threw them in my saddlebag.
When I made it back to the clubhouse, Hawk and Menace were waiting for me in the parking lot.
We all got in the SUV and headed over to Smokey’s to start our shift.
I’d like to say we found Grant on that first night, but we didn’t.
Hell, we watched that fucking place for days, but there was no sign of him.
After being there for three days, we were all starting to feel a little restless.
Just as I was starting to give up hope, Hawk leaned forward and squinted his eyes. “Hold up. Is that him?”
I, too, leaned forward and was pleased to find that Hawk was right. Grant had just come out of Smokey’s and was walking in our direction. “Yeah, that’s him.”
“How’d we miss him going in?” Bear complained. “We’ve been sitting here all fucking night.”
“He must’ve gone in the back. Doesn’t matter now. We’ve got him.”
“Yeah, we need to wait and see where he’s headed.”
After several moments, it was clear he was headed to the Blue City Motel across the street.
Once we were certain we were out of his view, we got out and followed him into the parking lot, watching as he entered one of the rooms on the bottom floor.
We were just a few yards away when Bear turned to Hawk and asked, “We going in after him?”
“I’d say yeah, but we don’t have any idea who’s in there with him.”
“We can’t let this guy get away from us,” I pushed. “We need to make a move before it’s too late.”
“And if he’s not alone?”
“Then, we deal with it.”
Hawk nodded. “Alright then. Let’s do this.”
The place was a total dive. Hell, the doors were barely hanging on their hinges, and there was litter lining the sidewalk.
When we got to the door, Hawk put his ear up to it, checking to see if he heard anything.
When he didn’t, he gave me a nod, signaling for me to kick the door down.
Without a moment’s hesitation, I lifted my foot and slammed it against the rotten wood, splintering it in half as it fell to the floor.
Grant was on the bed but shot up the second he spotted us coming into his room. “What the fuck? Who the hell are you?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I reared back my fist and plowed it into his jaw.
Unfortunately, he didn’t budge. At six-two and about three-sixty, Grant was a big dude.
He had a good hundred pounds on me, but I’d learned a long time ago that in cases like these, size doesn’t matter.
Before he had a chance to retaliate, I slammed my fist into him again, only this time in his enormous gut.
The wind gushed from his lungs, causing him to topple forward.
I continued to plow into him until Hawk called out to me, “Easy there, Widow. Save some for Shotgun.”
I stepped back and took in a couple of deep breaths, then said, “We need to get him loaded up before someone comes.”
“I’ll go get the truck,” Bear volunteered.
As soon as he pulled up to the motel, Hawk and I worked together to get Grant’s big ass in the SUV.
Half an hour later he was in Shotgun’s hands.
Knowing it’d take some time for him to get the intel we needed, the brothers decided to give him some space and hit the strip club in hopes of blowing off some steam.
I decided to use the small window of opportunity to go see Frankie.