The way he was looking at me added to the rush of desire that had no business being a part of this nightmare. “I adore pizza with mushrooms and Canadian bacon. I enjoy a frozen margarita from time to time. If I were rich, I’d alternate living at the beach and in the snowy mountains. Even though I prefer romance novels, you won’t catch me watching a chick flick. Action thrillers are my jam. Enough?”
He thought about my question just as an appetizer was brought, including one for Indiana. As he drummed his fingers on the table, he studied me intently, all but ignoring the waiter who was waiting for some sense of confirmation.
“That will be all.” Said to me and not the waiter. Sinclair’s voice was quiet and reserved, but completely authoritative.
Just like the man.
“For now.”
CHAPTER 18
Sinclair
If I had to be honest with myself, I’d say I’d never get enough of the fascinating, stunning woman who kept me on my toes.
All throughout dinner she’d tossed barbs out as if in a championship volleyball game. Winning some. Losing some. But she’d refused to back down for one second, defying me at every turn.
My desire for her was coming dangerously close to being obsessive, which wasn’t in either our best interest. I’d certainly told her the truth about who I was, yet at every turn, she challenged the monster.
Not just with words, but by noting every interaction I’d had with Indiana. She’d offered a smile and a lilting laugh as if getting one over on me. It was maddening.
Even worse? I’d thoroughly enjoyed the interaction with her. Even now, an unexpected surge of dark, sadistic desire tore through me, making basic conversation all but impossible.
As I guided her toward the exit with my hand on the small of her back, she appeared more comfortable than when we’d arrived. She also hadn’t fought me when I’d taken Indiana’s leash. Perhaps I wanted nothing more than to parade her in front of the throng of men as hungry for her as I’d become.
They knew my reputation: never the same woman twice. But under no circumstances would they be allowed to touch her. She would never belong to any of them even for a single night.
Her voluptuous body belonged to me.
The look she’d given me in the mirror when I’d been spanking her had slayed me. It had been all I could do not to fuck her right there in the middle of the men’s bathroom.
But that wasn’t good enough for her.
She deserved much more, even if she did enjoy testing me.
Enzo and the other were following closely behind. In talking with Alexander briefly before leaving for dinner, he’d confirmed his sources indicated that Santos was gearing up for a move into New Orleans. Dejandro was now aware his son was missing and who’d captured him.
Time was drawing short.
And extra precautions would need to be taken.
Just as I approached the car, I was drawn to a distinct sound coming from down the road. The roar of engines was one I recognized since I owned one myself.
Motorcycles with powerful engines.
The sound in and of itself wasn’t an issue. The fact there was more than one kept my attention. I stood staring at the location of the sound.
“What’s wrong, boss?” Enzo asked, flanking my side.
“Maybe nothing. Keep a close eye. If I feel we’re being followed, I’m taking a detour.”
He eyed me carefully as another roar mixed with the first, an even more powerful engine. “Where?”
I grinned as I thought about the perfect location. “The Mississippi River-Gulf Outlet Canal.” While not far from the French Quarter, the abandoned canal was currently home to drug dealers and homeless people. No one in their right mind would head there at night given the level of danger.
For me, it was a perfect location to confront a biker gang.
He snorted. “We’ve got the firepower.”
