Oz closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. Even through the blood, he could still smell her. He nodded.
“Thank you.” She pulled her fingers away.
Oz was about to open his eyes, when Ronnie’s scent got stronger and surrounded him. If he’d opened his eyes, he might have lost the moment and broke the spell, so he waited. Soft full lips pressed against his cheek. His cat rose to the surface. They were united in wanting this human. She was theirs, there was no doubt in their minds. Finally, he opened his eyes when she stopped kissing him, but she hadn’t pulled away. It gave him hope that she found him attractive.
Her head tilted very cat-like as she studied his face. “Do your eyes do that often?”
Oz and the cat stared even deeper into her eyes, before shaking his head. “Only with you apparently.”
They stood like that for what seemed like forever, but in order to really have what he wanted they needed to find Golden. “Get your coat, let’s go find your sister.”
“I have a car.”
“My bike is faster.”
Chapter One Hundred One
Inside the small office next to the bathroom, Ronnie grabbed a few things from the locker she shared with Golden. She shouldn’t even call it a locker. It was a file cabinet she’d placed a lock on. The owner and manager were shady as fuck. The men told them when they started that they could leave their items in the owner's office. More than one girl had been on her knees in that office, and she was pretty sure they had some bad habits and sticky fingers. And Ronnie was sure after a good blowjob, the owner would let the girls have anything they wanted out of that office.
Ronnie and Golden didn’t have much since they left Florida a few months ago, but she had to protect what they did have. Plus, if the owner knew she had these pretty babies… She pulled two pearl handled 9mm from the very back of the cabinet. The fat bastard owner would pawn them in a minute.
Ronnie had found them under the bed when she was about eight or nine. Between online videos, an overworked mom, and a deadbeat dad, she taught herself how to use them.
“Wait one goddamned minute! They should be back here,” Dickwad yelled. “I know they don’t expect to get paid for only working half their shift.”
Ronnie rolled her eyes. It wouldn’t take much for him to decide not to pay them. Since he was paying them under the table, he didn’t have to if he didn’t want to. She slid the guns into the holster; it settled the cold metal low at her waistline. Her long leather coat camouflaged the weapons.
“Bitch, you coming back to work or what?” Dickwad yelled from the stockroom.
Ronnie cleared out the locker, throwing everything into Golden’s backpack. It was clear their time in this small town was over. She had to think of a new plan once she got Golden back. And she would get her baby sister back.
Golden had been through so much with her stalker ex-boyfriend. She hoped this had nothing to do with him, but deep in her gut she knew the truth. Santiago had his hand in this somehow. Who else would snatch a girl off the street like that?
Ronnie put the lock in her pocket and girded herself for a confrontation. She stepped out into a quiet stockroom; it was also a clean stockroom.
“What the…”
A woman wearing the same outfit she had on now, but blood free, followed Dickwad back into the bar area. Ronnie blinked; the girl - gone, and the room looked a mess as it did before.
“Hey. You okay?”
Ronnie looked between Oz and the still swinging door. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”
He leaned against the open back door. “You ready?”
“Yes? Did you just see that?” What did she just see? She must have a concussion because she was seeing things.
He hunched his shoulders. “What?”
Ronnie looked at the door to the bar again. Ultimately, she knew one thing, no one in this building cared about her or Golden. “Never mind. I’m ready.”
When they reached his motorcycle, he held out a helmet to her.
Ronnie moved the helmet from side to side, looking it over like it was a UFO. “What about you?”
“I’ll be all right.”
She lifted an eyebrow.
He smiled. “Honestly, I’m tougher than I look.”
It took a lot to hold back the laugh. Ronnie lifted both eyebrows as she said, “I’m sure you are, but it’s not good if I’m wearing it and I hit you in the back of the head, then we’re both dead. So, no.” She tapped the helmet twice.
“I’m trying to protect you.”
“Me? Didn’t I just explain… look, you wanna protect me? Drive carefully.”
He gave her a nod of acquiescence and her heart skipped a beat. She turned around quickly, not really knowing what to do with the helmet. “We can put this in my car. And…” She rummaged through the backpack. “Here, it’s cold.” She handed him her skull cap and pulled Golden’s knit hat over her own head.
After throwing his helmet into the old beat-up car she ‘picked up’ in Louisiana, she eased onto his bike. She’d never been on a Harley. A dirt bike when she was a kid, but that hardly counted. The leather seat was cool but molded to her butt like an old broken-in chair. She didn’t touch him, instead she grabbed the metal under the seat behind her.
Oz looked around at her. “That’s not going to work.” He grabbed her hands and wrapped them around him.
“Oh, I forgot my gloves.”
“Hold on to me. I’ll keep you warm.”
Ronnie rolled her eyes. Men! Keep her warm, sure.
Even through his coat, her hands ran over his trim, hard body. His body trembled under her touch. Men this gorgeous didn’t react to her, but maybe her hands were cold. Her gloves were in the bag, but he was right, she didn’t need
