“Your club?”
“Yes, the Dead Road MC. I’m the president.”
“Do you have name or am I just supposed to call you Roadkill?”
That sass might turn a lot of guys off because they don’t know how to handle a woman like her. She’s riling me up and I don’t know if she knows the beast she’s about to unleash because I love a challenging woman.
I kick up one side of my mouth in a smirk. “My brothers call me Stone, my momma called me Kane.”
She stands there for a few seconds and completely takes me in from head to toe. I feel almost violated but in the best possible way coming from such a beauty. Her eyes are twinkling and I wonder if she’s connecting the dots that we’ve met before. Not only met but had fucked each other within an inch of both our lives.
“Apology accepted, Kane.” It’s weird to hear someone call me by my first name, most just call me Stone or Prez. I find that I enjoy it rolling off her tongue and lips. Mmm, those lips are even more plump up close, and the image of them back around my hard dick has me biting back a groan.
“Let’s get you to my office, so we can figure out how to make this up to you.” I offer my hand then notice how Riot tenses up, but brushes it off.
Raegan stares up at Riot. For what? Permission or approval? Why would she need his approval?
She finally takes a step forward and when her small hand touches mine, I feel like I’ve been electrocuted. A zing ripples from the tips of my fingers all the way through my body and that buzzing is more intense now. What is this petite slip of a woman doing to me? I gaze into her sapphire orbs and I know that she feels the same shock that I’m feeling, if her confused expression says anything.
Not tearing my eyes away from her I address my brothers.
“Take the Viper to our…guesthouse and make sure he’s secure for the time being.” Reaper and Dash jump into action moving towards the tied-up man in the back of the van.
I lace our fingers together then lead her out of the garage towards the clubhouse. I consider taking her straight to my room to help with the situation she has created in my jeans and to help jog her memory of our time together, but think that might be a bit forward. Instead, I decide to be a decent guy and head to my office.
We’re almost to the clubhouse when I see Havoc hop off his bike and storm over our way, practically sprint to us. He blocks our path stopping us in our tracks.
Didn’t he have to watch his son tonight? Why is he here?
Riot makes a move to get in front of us to block him. What is going on? Why would he need to block my VP from me?
“Is she okay? They didn’t hurt her, did they? I got your text.” Just as I’m about to question what my VP is saying, out comes the little wildcat next to me.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me, Benjamin! Please tell me you didn’t call this asshat?” she roars and yanks her hand away from me to give Riot a shove on the back of his shoulders making him bump into Havoc. Hatred is rolling off her.
“Raegan, please talk with me,” Havoc pleads with her and tries to move around Riot.
“Don’t please me, asshat! You stay the fuck away from me. I didn’t want to be around you six years ago, and I definitely don’t want to now.”
Silence is heard throughout the lot, other than the sounds of crickets. A standoff is now happening as Havoc quietly takes in Raegan.
“Where the fuck are your clothes, Raegan?” Havoc yells once he gets a good eye of her and then turns to Riot. “Did they touch her?” He seems very territorial of her and it brings in more questions than answers. Did Raegan fuck my brother too, up at the rally?
“What is going on here, Havoc? Riot?” I glower at my brothers for some answers, but it’s my wildcat who turns to face me.
“Well, for your information, Havoc here was one of the reasons I left this shithole town six years ago. I was hoping not to run into him while I’m here, but I guess the universe has other plans,” she mocks, facing me and then turns back to my VP. “And for your information I’m wearing clothes. This is my running gear and while running, I was picked up off the street by your thugs thinking that I was some criminal.” She uses her hands when she talks which makes her answer even more sassy.
Havoc takes a breath to calm himself. I’ve never seen him so worked up before, not even his bitch wife gets him this upset.
“Raegan, please let’s go somewhere and talk. We never finished our conversation before you up and left town.”
“What part didn’t you understand all those years ago, Beckett? You knocked up another woman, and I told you to kick rocks. What else is there to say?”
“I know but?—”
“How’s married life, Beckett?” she interrupts completely ignoring his pleas. “I hear that you married the bitch even after telling me that she meant nothing to you. Guess that was a lie too,” she hammers back. Damn, she just keeps serving my men up on platters tonight.
I see his shoulders sag in defeat. Oh, this must be the one who got away from him. The one to write home about. Fuck knows that I’ve had her in my thoughts for months now. Well, shit, this is going to be awkward.
