“Who are you?”
“You know the answer to that,” he whispers, his lips nipping the lobe of my ear. My breathing is strangled as I listen to the sound of him breathing. Is he the guy on the roof top? Who else could he be?
“Do you know my dad?”
“I know of him. Not personally, no.”
I lick my suddenly dry lips before trying to turn my head. He doesn’t let me get that far. In seconds, there’s something being tied around my eyes before he spins me to face him. Then like we were old lovers his lips claim mine in a kiss that nearly knocks the air from my lungs. My knees wobble, and my heart pounds in my chest. When he pulls away, I’m breathless and in need of more. So much more.
“When I walk away, you take this off. Not until then, yeah?”
“Why? Why can’t I see you?” I ask.
“Once you take this off, you’ll understand.” With that I can feel his heat as it leaves me. I wait in a stunned state for a few seconds before slipping the blindfold off. Glancing up and down the alley, he’s gone into the night but when I look at what was wrapped around my eyes, I understand.
“Holy shit. He’s a Renegade MC member,” I whisper to myself. No, I can’t be dreaming about some rival MC member. That can’t be happening, but when I bring the bandana to my nose and inhale, it’s all him. It’s his scent that I want to keep forever because as sick as it sounds, I need him.
Chapter Five
Devious
“Yo, D. Where’s your head at, brother?” I glance over at Pine and shake my head. Where my head’s at is none of his goddamn business. I flick my cigarette through the air, watching it flicker as it hits the ground. I’m pissed off that I’m not at home. I’m pissed I’m going to miss her being outside, but I know I need to keep my distance from her. Even if I am just looking from afar, I’ve already had a taste of her sweet lips and now I can’t think of anything else. My mind is gone, thinking of only her. Last night was like tasting forbidden fruit and I want more. Shaking my head, I need to get my focus back on the job. I need to think about this, not her.
“Fuck off, Pine. I’m ready for this shit,” I tell him. I check and re-check my guns, making sure I have plenty of ammo to go in there and take these assholes out. I look around at my guys before I nod my head. Raising my hand, I silently count down from three. As soon as I hit one, we all move. Bursting through the side door we all spread out. I duck low, keeping my ass out of the line of fire. Peeking around a barrel, I motion for my guys to move. Each one files out and moves around me, spreading out through the area, yet staying hidden. That’s when I hear something fall. Someone must have knocked something over because the assholes in the middle are on their feet. They didn’t know we were coming in here to take them out or take back what was ours.
Each second, each breath brings us closer to death. At any second they could fire, and we could be hit. It wouldn’t be the first time that I have taken a bullet and it sure as hell won’t be the last. But I’d rather not have to take one today.
“I know you’re in here!” the asshole, Tint, calls out from the middle of the room. He’s a local gang banger that thought he’d take the easy route and collect one of our shipments. Nice fucking try, asshole.
“Then you know what we’re here for,” I remind the fucker.
“Come out now and I’ll only kill you, Devious!”
I chuckle under my breath at that one. Not a chance in fucking hell. And yet, I stand up and stroll from behind the crate I was hiding out behind. I walk down the aisle listening to the words my guys hiss as I go. With my hands in the air, Tint smirks.
“You are as stupid as I thought, man.”
“That right? Why is that? Because I come back for my shit? I work hard to move those drugs, Tint.”
“And you moved them right into my hands,” he says as if he didn’t intercept that shit. Little bastard.
“You stole them. Like a goddamn coward! Just like the crew you are. None of you are worth a shit,” I say.
Just as the words leave my mouth, he fires. That’s when my guys fire back. The shootout ensues as my upper arm burns. When I glance down, I see that a bullet skimmed my arm. Just a flesh wound. Ignoring the sting, I fire back aiming for Tint. One shot takes the asshole down and my guys make short work of the others. When no one is moving that shouldn’t be, Pine walks over and nods his head.
“Damn good night,” he says, causing me to laugh.
“You’re right it is,” I tell him. We move toward the crates and pop them open one by one making sure these assholes didn’t take anything out yet. Once I’m satisfied it’s all there, I call the prospects.
“Back the vans up to the back doors. We need to load this shit up before we get cops in here,” I tell them. It doesn’t take long before Pine is pulling up the back doors and letting them in.
“Lift that end,” I tell Bend, as I pick up my end of the crate. We load them all up and everything is ready when Pine stops me.
“Let me see the arm,” he says. I roll
