He chuckled. Her fire reminded him of his mom. He carried the platter to the table, then headed over to where War and Bear were. War was holding his daughter Mellie, cuddled up on hisshoulder. War would do what needed to be done to keep the MC safe, then show his softer side to his family. It was one of the things that Speedy loved about the MC.
“Hey Speedy, need you to grab the tow truck and go pick up Violet and her car. In her words, it was smoking, made a clanking sound, then stopped. She’s by herself. She said she was able to guide it to the shoulder. I told her to wait in the open field just in case some dumbass wasn’t watching and hit the car. Four miles north of here,” War directed.
“Got it,” Speedy said, already walking out the door. He grabbed the keys from the garage and had the tow truck on the road in minutes. Violet was on a road that wasn’t well traveled but he still worried someone wouldn’t be watching.
Besides, focusing on that kept his mind off of how he was going to deal with Violet next to him in the tow truck, where he’d be enclosed with her smile and her scent—a light hint of vanilla and something else that always had him thinking of licking and tasting every inch of her.
He sped up, needing to see she was okay. He crested the hill and spotted her car, along with another parked behind it. He checked traffic and made a U-turn so he’d be in front of her car. He hopped out and walked toward where Violet was standing in the field with her arms crossed over her chest.
Speedy didn’t recognize the man but he clocked how uncomfortable Violet was.
“You ready to get this loaded?” Speedy asked as he walked up.
“Hey man, I got it. I offered her a ride. You take the car, and I’ll give this little lady a ride,” the man said.
Violet’s eyes were begging him to save her, and he wasn’t going to disappoint her.
“Well, I appreciate it, but this little lady will be riding back with me. I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Speedy,” he said.
“What kind of name is Speedy?” the man said, chuckling.
“It’s a road name. This area is Bluff Creek Brotherhood MC’s territory. Have you heard of us?” Speedy asked.
“No, but she’s coming with me,” the man said, reaching his hand toward Violet’s arm.
Speedy batted the man’s hand away and stepped in front of Violet. “Let me make this clear. Get in your car and on the road. And leave this area. We don’t take kindly to men forcing their will on women, and at no time has she said she wanted to go with you,” Speedy said, holding back from hitting the guy.
Who the hell was this guy, and what did he want with Violet?
“Geez man. Chill. I was just going to give the woman a good time. I’m on my way to Dodge City and wanted to help her,” the man said, holding his hands up and backing away.
“Go get in the tow truck and lock the doors. I’ll be there in a minute,” Speedy told Violet. She nodded and ran across the field.
“Let me walk you to your car,” Speedy said, keeping track of exactly where the man’s hands were as they walked across the field. When they reached the door of the car, Speedy put his hand on the door, not letting the man open it.
“Give me your driver’s license,” Speedy said.
“Woah man, nothing happened,” he said.
“Yes, but I wonder what you would have done if I hadn’t shown up. Now, license,” Speedy growled.
The man handed his license to him. Speedy took a picture, then handed it back. Speedy took a picture of the VIN, making sure it was legible. He noted it was a late model four-door dark brown sedan. If Speedy saw it on the road, he wouldn’t give it a second thought. Which begged the question: why have a car that no one would remember?
“We’ll be checking into you, but here’s your one and only warning. Don’t come back through Bluff Creek Brotherhood MC territory. We don’t like your kind around here. I can’t guaranteeyour safety if you do,” Speedy said, opening the door and motioning the man in.
He scrambled into the seat, starting the car and peeling out immediately. Speedy took a picture of the tag, then waited until he was over the hill before heading to hook up Violet’s car.
He unlocked the door and settled into the truck.
“You okay?” he asked.
Those deep brown eyes of Violet’s turned toward him, her vanilla scent wrapping around him.
“Yes, thanks to you,” she said softly.
“Glad I could help. Do you carry pepper spray or have a stun gun?” he asked.
Even in small towns, people needed to protect themselves. Speedy was a firm believer in people defending themselves.
