Yeah…about that…
The tattoo is the key, and I can give her the key. But they just didn’t have time. Not for a full explanation. Not with Javion coming in. “Don’t say anything about the tat in front of Javion. We’ll talk when we’re alone.” Hard to get her alone, though, with his whole crew now about to swarm in protective mode. An attempted hit was made. They will be out for blood. Fair enough, he was out for blood, too.
“You don’t trust Javion?” She truly seemed surprised. Cute.
“At this point, I only trust you.”
Her lips parted. She let him go. “I think that might be the nicest thing you’ve said to me.”
Really? Then he should probably step up his game. He ambled for the door. “You’ve got incredible eyes. Each time I look into them, I feel like I lose a piece of my soul.”
“What?”
“Your mouth makes me want to sin. And your ass—you’ve got the best damn ass I’ve seen. Curved and hot. I want to grab it and hold on for the ride.”
“Cass.”
He reached for the door. Stopped. “And you’re not unlikable. Don’t know who told you that shit. You’re tough. You’re fierce. You’re determined. You’re also bloodthirsty, which is fucking sexy to me.”
“You…you’re saying nice things to me.”
“Yeah, I am.” When he never said nice things to anyone. But with her, he wanted to give compliments. Actually, he wanted to give her the world. Just to see those amazing eyes of hers light up more.
But he didn’t have the world to give her.
Though I am working on giving her the vengeance she craves. Because she wasn’t in love with a dead man…she’s in love with me.
He yanked open the door. Stood toe to toe with Javion. “That was fast.”
“Problem.” A muscle flexed along Javion’s jaw.
Why was everyone telling him about problems? Just once, couldn’t someone come to him with an actual solution? Was that too much to ask? “I am aware,” Cass returned with roll of his shoulders. “Pretty sure we left a dead man in a field.”
“The shooter took out Hugo.”
“What?” Shock rolled through him. Hugo was dead?
“And Axel swears he got a look at the rider with the gun. That he was on a bike belonging to the Western Mavericks. Not just any bike, though. The leader’s ride. That the shooter was Bayne Hendrix.”
Behind Cass, Agnes cleared her throat. “That name is familiar.”
Cass grunted. Damn straight it was familiar. “He was in Atlanta. He’s the prick who told me that Judas was coming after you.”
“That would be why it seemed familiar,” she murmured. “I thought you’d taken care of him already?”
By “taken care of”…did she mean beat hell out of him? Because he’d damn well used force in order to get the guy to cooperate with him before. He’d also ordered Bayne to get the hell away from the East Coast. “Apparently, the man is determined to keep being a problem. One I will need to permanently eliminate.”
Javion’s dark gaze held Cass’s. “Don’t worry, boss. I’ve got a ghost on him right now.”
Her feet padded closer. “A ghost?”
Javion’s stare cut to her. “It’s a name for an MC member who won’t be seen. He’s tailing the rider. He’ll report back and we can swarm on him when we have a final location.” He grunted as his stare focused on Cass once again. “Obviously, Bayne is trying for a power play. He wants you eliminated. Must have been working with Levi. Maybe he decided to fire at Levi before the guy could out him to you. And dumbass Levi just stood there because he never thought his partner would turn on him.”
Cass didn’t move. “Yeah, you just can’t trust anyone these days.”
Javion gave him a little salute. “Good thing you got me covering your back, huh?”
“Absolutely,” Cass told him. “But…” He reached out for Agnes. His fingers twined with hers. “It’s even better that I have her.”
