Damn it.She needed to remain focused on this man’s cons. Not just the fact that he was an ex-con.
He was cocky in high school, and back then she had avoided him like the plague. But she had become close friends with his cousin, Violet, and had known a lot of his family since she swore the Jamisons and Doughertys made up most of the student body.
Once they hit twenty-one, and it was legal for them to drink, Vi talked her into coming to one of the many parties the MC threw.
Of course she went. At that age, she was ready to party and didn’t have a lot of money to do so. So, a free party with music, food, and booze? A no-brainer.
That night she’d had a lot of fun with the bonfire going, the alcohol flowing, and the band, Dirty Deeds, jamming out on stage. She and Violet danced until they were sweating almost as badly as the pig on the rotating spit. They sang at the top of their lungs until their voices were hoarse. Filled their bellies with perfectly roasted pork and all the delicious sides until the waistband on their jeans screamed for mercy.
It had been a total blast.
After that, almost every time the DAMC had a party—which was just about every weekend—she and Vi would go and let loose. Of course, Vi’s father, Diesel, the former sergeant at arms for the club, was overly protective of her and her two younger sisters, so he preferred she party with the club—despite them being bikers and most of them being alpha assholes—because he knew Vi would be safe among them.
Even if she got drunk off her ass, she’d never be roofied. She wouldn’t be raped or assaulted in any way. She wouldn’t even be harassed.
Not if they wanted to continue breathing. Or, if by chance the offender survived, they’d have to spend the rest of their days breathing through a tracheostomy tube.
And if she got too drunk to drive, there were plenty of people to give her a lift. The club was family to Vi, whether by blood or by bond.
Kyra had always been envious of that fact and was thrilled that she had been included.
Plus, the “bad boy” bikers were sure pretty to look at, even if some of them were a little rough around the edges.
Especially the one who pointed his baby blues in her direction one night. Thetoo-hot-for-his-own-goodguy she avoided in high school due to him having a playboy reputation with the “ladies.”
Her phone vibrated with a text.
It couldn’t be Zeke because as soon as the first phone call came through a couple of days ago, she blocked him. Despite having a different number and address from the last time she lived in the area, he somehow now had her new information.
Her guess? His cousin and her former friend. Not really former, but once Kyra left town, she ended contact with her because when it came to Violet, she didn’t come alone. The whole MC came along with her.
Including Zeke.
And she had wanted a clean break.
No, not wanted.Needed.
She missed her friend, and maybe one day they’d reconnect, but she’d be pissed if Vi betrayed her by giving Zeke all her info.
She glanced at her phone and saw it was Glen.
Want me to stop over? I can take you and Ledger out for ice cream.
She peeked around the curtain again.
Was the man not going to give up? Was she going to have to call the police and report a stalker?
After ignoring the pounding on the door earlier, he had moved back out to the public street. Most likely so he couldn’t be accused of trespassing.
But he had to go home sometime.
In all the time she’d spent around bikers, she certainly learned that they were stubborn a hell. Annoyingly so.
Especially the one camped outside her rented apartment. All she needed was for her upstairs neighbors to complain about a sketchy biker hanging around—wearing hiscolors, no less—to their landlord and she could end up homeless.
Shit.She needed to respond to Glen.
She quickly sent off a response.Ledger isn’t feeling the best, so I put him to bed early. Can we do it another night?
