She looks beautiful. Her skin is sun-kissed, and her dark hair has highlights from spending so much time outdoors. Her blue eyes look sleepy, but perk up when she sips on a cup of coffee.
My grin disappears when I see some asshole join her. He sits in the chair opposite her as they talk. We can’t hear what they’re saying, but she says something he doesn’t like, and he pushes from his chair, goes to her, and pulls her up from her seat. His hands wrap around hers, and he lowers his head like he wants to kiss her.
Motherfucker!
Does she have a boyfriend? Well, I’ll fix this shit real fast.
Zip chuckles at the look on my face. “I don’t think she likes him. Look.”
I watch as they argue, and it appears he asks her out, only for her to shoot him down. Good. I won’t have to maim or kill anyone today.
“Is there any other video?” I ask, keeping my gaze locked on Letty. My cock swells at the thought of seeing and touching her again.
We only had one night. Just one fucking night together.
“I found several. Why don’t I play them in a loop, and you can watch while I grab more coffee?”
He’s giving me a chance to see all this without an audience. “I appreciate you, brother.”
“Yeah, you fucking owe me,” he agrees.
When he leaves the room, I sit in his chair. There’s over an hour’s worth of videos. Letty at home. At the beach from a distance. On her balcony. Driving in a car with her mother. Letty and Cythia eating dinner on the deck.
And that fucking guy who seems to show up once a week.
Who is he?
When Zip returns, I point to him on the screen. “Can you find out who this fucker is?”
“Already done.” He clicks with his mouse and brings up a file along with a picture. “U.S. Marshal Daniel Brekker. He’s been handling their WIT SEC protection.”
I bet. “He’s there too fucking much,” I growl.
“Yeah, he is from what I’ve seen.” There are a few more clicks, and then my phone vibrates.
I look at the screen. Letty’s alias, her address, phone number, and her mother’s alias. “Damn. You’re good,” I praise Zip.
“That’s why Storm keeps me around.”
“I’ll tell him to give you a raise!” I slap his back and leave the room, fucking happy for the first time in six months.
In truth, four years.
I’ve found her. The wait is finally fucking over.
Since I just got out of bed, I decide to take a quick shower before I get on the road. I don’t like the delay. It’s been too long since I heard her sweet voice or kissed her pillow-soft lips. But this is necessary. Since I’ll be fucking her as soon as I can and ensuring she knows she’s still mine, I need to be ready.
My cock is still hard, and I refuse to give myself any relief. I want her touch. Her pretty fucking mouth wrapped around my dick. Her pussy. Nothing else.
Bullseye is outside as I exit the clubhouse, strolling toward my bike. “You found her.”
“Yeah. Zip gave me her info.”
“So fucking happy for you, cuz.”
I’m jittery, I’m so fucking happy. “I’m psyched. Just hoping I don’t have a ton of shit to deal with when I find her.”
“Four fucking years. That’s a hell of a long time, Blaze.”
