“Exactly,” he says, humour lining his voice.
“So… you’ll sign it? The form.”
“Yeah, yeah, kid. I’ll sign it. But you keep that nose of yours clean. Straight and narrow. So much as a speeding ticket, I’ll ride out there myself to pick you up. Got it?”
“Yes, Jesus. I’m hanging up now. Okay?”
Another deep laugh. “Yeah, all right. Talk soon.”
Once the line goes dead, I take a breath and scan the dark road lining the Donovan lot, barely illuminated by the dim, flickering streetlights some twenty metres away. That’s when I see it. Seehim.A silhouette of a very large man. I can’t see his face, but I know in my bones that it’s the man hunting me. The man who, when he gets his hands on me, will unleash the full wrath of the Road Raiders.
My blood runs cold as a deep panic creeps into my chest. It’s hard to breathe, hard to think, as my pulse pounds against my eardrums.
A hand wraps around my arm, and, stomach plummeting, I jump back with a yelp.
When I realize who’s got me in their grip, I almost sob in relief.
“Jesus, Grace. Why the hell are you so jumpy?” Decker says as he releases me.
I search the road again, but it’s empty. No creepy shadows, no enemy waiting to pounce.
Decker looks behind him, following my sight line, and I swallow as I force my attention back to him and will my breath to steady.
“I’m not jumpy,” I snap. “What the hell areyoudoing slithering around in the dark in this part of town?”
“I had some business out here.”
I quirk a brow. “Yeah? What kind of business?”
“The kind that’s none of yours.” He folds his arms across his chest. “And speaking of business. Let’s talk Sinners.”
It’s ballsy as hell, grilling me like this when there’s a literal pack of bikers just around the corner.
I give him a tight smile. “I’m not telling you shit.”
“You don’t do what I say, and I’ll?—”
“You’ll what? Because if you tell, I tell. I go to prison, guaranteed you’ll be right behind me. Whateverbusinessyou got out here is definitely not the legal kind. You’re deep in with my brothers, and I’d bet Sergeant Allen would be more than happy to nail your ass to the wall for being as dirty as you are.”
Jaw ticking, he closes the distance between us.
But I’m not up for more intimidation tonight. Grasping the collar of his leather jacket, I slam him hard against the brick wall.
Decker merely smiles, his hands finding my waist as he pulls me against him. “You’re hot when you’re mad, you know that?”
Handcuffed. Hand at my throat. Ungodly fingers working their way between my legs.
I swallow. It takes everything in me not to circle his waist, slip my hands under his jacket, soak in all that warm skin my fingers are itching to touch.
Need isn’t the word for it.
It’s what he said when he had me against his car, yanking up my skirt, ready to take what, in that moment, I was so ready to give him.
It’s only the thoughts of what happened after that keep my hands from wandering. Thoughts of the man he turned into the moment he needed to save face, to show his sergeant how big and bad he could really be.
Scowling, I slap his hands away. “Stop looking at me like you want to see me naked. Like I said last night, your hands will be coming nowhere near me. Not ever.”
With a broad smile, he holds his hands up in surrender. “All right, Gracie. I won’t touch you again. Not until you’re begging for it.”
