“He had no biker ties before he fell off the face of the earth?” Slash asked.
“Not that I can find. From what I can tell, he didn’t even have a motorcycle license.”
“Interesting,” Slash said. “Alright. I need you to get some sleep. Maybe get some pictures of the girls for Colter to go through—see if you see her or someone who looks like her.”
“On it,” Rook agreed. “Mind if I crash in your room?” he asked, looking at Raff.
“I’m not allowed to go up, so have at it,” Raff invited.
Slash waited for him to walk off before turning back to us. “He’s gonna be out for the next eight to ten hours,” he said. “I know no one else has the hacking skills he does, but that doesn’t mean you can’t look into this.”
“Should get the girls on it,” Raff said. “What? Women can figure out everything about a guy before a first date, from credit score to dick size. Trust me. Ask the girls to start doing some digging. Probably have a five hundred page portfolio before Rook wakes up.”
“It’s worth a shot,” Slash agreed. “I’ll ask Nyx to get the word… who is that?” he asked when there was a knock at the door.
“Knock knock,” a familiar voice said as she cracked open the door.
Then there she was.
Detroit’s cousin.
Raff’s crush.
Lula.
Anyone who saw the woman could understand why Raff had set his sights on her since the first time he saw her.
Lula was pure feminine softness, both in face and body. She had high cheekbones, a soft jaw, big light brown eyes, wide hips, thick thighs, a killer rack, and a snatched waist.
She was always dressed to the nines.
She had on one of those professional-type dresses with a hemline that fell below the knees and a neckline that was up above the collarbones, but the whole thing was tight enough to show off every curve and the crisp white color looked stunning against her copper skin.
“Lula. Did I actually die? Is this heaven?” Raff, dramatic as ever, asked.
Lula rolled her eyes at that.
“I was told you nearly died,” she said, her heels clicking across the floor.
“And you came to declare your undying love for me,” Raff said, sitting up straighter. “Okay. I’m ready. Sway, get the tissues. I see tears in the future.”
“Do you take anything seriously?” Lula asked.
“I take you very, very seriously.”
“Do you?” she asked, leaning down to grab something off the floor. Then she held up a nurse’s hat and gave him a raised-brow look.
“I have medical care,” Raff said, wincing.
“Is that what we’re calling it?” she asked, shaking her head. “Cillian wanted me to drop by and ask if you need anything.”
He hid it fast with his easy smile, but I saw the flash of hurt across his eyes at realizing she hadn’t dropped by out of her own genuine concern for him.
“All of you,” she added, looking over at Slash.
“Tell him I appreciate it. But we’re still… researching now.”
“I will share it. So, howareyou doing?” she asked, looking at Raff.
