“What’s your problem, Magnum? You’re normally one of the more polite assholes.”
“Rough hangover.”
“You drank a lot. So did Damara.”
“Great. Did you pour all the drinks?”
What happened to us iswaymore intense than anything that could happen from drinking a few too many drinks. This is something more sinister than a couple pints too many.
“No,” Oske says. “I had to leave to handle this bullshit. I left Quin Hollingsworth to work at the bar.”
“I don’t remember seeing her.”
“You were probably trying to convince Damara to run away with you.”
“I’ll talk to Tanner.”
“The club house has cameras in a couple of the rooms,” she says. “Owen and Vickie had the security system installed – one of those fancy Vegas casino systems.”
“What did you learn?” Damara asks immediately after I’ve hung up.
“That we might as well go back to Santa Fe.”
“Is that what we learned? Didn’t you get a name? Someone we could shake down?”
“What’s the point?” I growl at her. “It wouldn’t change anything. We got together. It happened. I have personal business to attend to.”
“WellIcare that someone drugged me last night.”
“Whoa!” Chitto says. “This is getting intense, man.”
“Let’s go, Damara.”
“Magnum, I am not leaving until I get some answers about what happened to me. Otherwise… I’m going to shoot that man,” she says, pointing directly at Chitto.
“Hey!” Chitto yelps, throwing his hands in the air before stumbling back into the trailer and closing the door behind him.
“That was completely uncalled for,” I chastise Damara, as if she gives a fuck about that type of thing. “I’m taking you back to Santa Fe for your own good. If youmustbe involved in my investigation, I’ll send a text message to Owen and Vickie to review the club house footage, and I’ll send a text message to Tanner asking what his wife saw. I’m not letting you roam the goddamn country with my seed inside you.”
“I didn’t consent to this.”
She folds her arms over her chest, only drawing attention to her breasts. My cock jerks unwillingly in my pants. The last thing I need right now is Damara contributing to my arousal. Her unwillingness to obey my commands without question already gets under my skin.
“Consent to getting your ass back on the bike.”
“What if I refuse?”
“Whoever drugged you might be hunting for you. Ever thought of that?”
“If a club member wants to hunt me down, they can take it up with Tamiya and Gideon Blackwood.”
“Do you seriously think they have the time to protect you? That they even care?”
Damara looks at me with contempt, but she pauses just long enough that I suspect something I said dug at one of her deep insecurities. Just as quickly as she demonstrates the slightest vulnerability, her softness dries up.
“Boy, shut the hell up,” Damara says with pure disdain. She makes no moves to obey my commands, but I’m ready to get off the reservation before someone less honest than Oske’s brothers comes sniffing around the outsiders.
I grab her wrist to pull her towards the bike, activating Damara’s fighting instincts. Huge mistake on my part. She might be smaller than me, but I underestimate Damara’s willingness to throw herself into a bad situation.
