Bash joins me at the window and says, “Shit, if I had known she didn’t have anyone to help her, I would’ve gone.”
“You were needed here,” I reply. “And she seems to be managing.”
One of the Prospects sees her and offers to carry some of her boxes inside. He’s a good kid, so I’m not worried about him going to her room. Speaking of…
“Did you tell her to have Razor change the door code?”
“I did.”
“If she hasn’t done it herself by the end of the day have Razor do it.”
“Do what?” Razor asks as he comes to the window.
“Change the door code to Olivia’s room.”
He grins. “She doesn’t like 6969? That’s too bad. It’s hard to find a chick who’s into it.”
Bash replies, “You do realize that double 69 implies four people are involved, right?”
“Don’t diss it until you’ve tried it, my man.”
I shake my head and go back to my desk. “Has the fucker said anything yet?”
Razor and Bash exchange a look.
“What?”
“He’s very loyal to his club.”
“What in the fuck does that mean?”
“He’ll talk. We just haven’t found the right source of pain yet.” He pauses. “He did mutter something about the Feds. Still trying to get more out of him about that.”
Bash is the best at what he does. He’ll get the prick to talk. And soon, if I were to bet.
“I want answers by tonight, Bash. Do whatever it takes to get them.”
Bash and Razor both nod and leave to do my bidding. When they’re gone, I lean back in my chair. Sometimes I wonder how I got here. I didn’t start out wanting to be in charge of one of the biggest motorcycle clubs in the south. No, I had other plans and dreams. That makes me snort. Okay, I was never the one with the dreams. That was her--
There’s a knock on my door, and I shove my memories into the past where they belong. Thinking of her never bodes well for me. Not when there’s nothing I can do to bring her back.
“Who is it?”
King strolls in. “I heard something today that we might want to look into.”
“What is it?”
“I was talking to one of the Oklahoma boys. He mentioned that Emma Webb’s new man is former FBI.”
“Dimp’s girl?” I snort. “Bet he’s rolling in his grave right now. Imagine a moonshiner’s daughter ending up with a federal agent.”
“She’s not just with him, from what I hear. She, him, and the all of Thompson boys have a cozy situation going on. But that’s not the point. My source seems to think we should talk to her man. See if he knows anything.”
I think this over. “What could he know that would help us?”
“He might still know people and have heard something.”
“I don’t think he’ll turn on his own. Once a cop, always a cop.”
King snorts. “I beg to differ.”
“You were in the Army, King. You never made it to the streets.”
He frowns and I feel like a dick for even mentioning it. It’s not his fault he was hurt in the Army, landing him on full disability. He, too, had dreams once upon a time.
“You’re right, but it’s still something worth looking into.”
“Any idea when we might run into them?”
“They’re supposed to be attending the rally in June. Going to be selling their new, legal brew.”
I nod. “Reach out to your source and see if he can set something up.”
“Will do.” He grins. “Not going to lie. I’m looking forward to this rally. I’m ready to let loose.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself. We still have the run to get through.”
And after last night, I’m having even more doubts.
“It’s going to be fine, Saint. We’ve dealt with worse.”
This feels different. I can’t explain it. I just know.
King says, “I’m going to make a few phone calls. You should try to get some sleep.”
He’s right. My eyes are gritty from lack of sleep, plus the stress of last night. And, if I’m being honest with myself, it’ll do me some good to get out of this office for a bit. I leave my office and swing by the kitchen first. I’m not even going to lie – my sole purpose is to see Olivia. But, she’s not there, so I head toward my room.
The hallway is dark, but there’s a light on under Olivia’s door. It’s risky having her this close to me. Knowing this, I ought to go to my room, but I don’t. Instead, I knock on the door.
“Who is it?”
“It’s Saint.”
The door swings open and she smiles up at me. Her red hair is in a messy bun on the top of her head and she has a pink bandanna tied around the bun. She looks fucking adorable.
“Hey there,” she breathes out.
My cock likes the way she sounds when she’s out of breath and I shift, trying to act cool.
“Just checking on you. Settling in alright?”
“The room is amazing.” She glances over her shoulder. “It’s too much, really. I’m definitely going to enjoy staying here this summer.”
“Glad you’re able to use it. We were all getting tired of listening to Bash complain about having to clean in here.”
She grins. “Why not make a Prospect do it?”
“We don’t let them in this wing of the building. Only the inner echelon, so to speak.”
“I’m honored to be here, then.”
There’s a pause in the conversation, so I ask, “Need any help with anything?”
“Actually, yes. I’m trying to hang a curtain over the window, but I can’t reach the top.”
I follow her into the room. There are empty boxes piled up near the door. I make a mental note to have someone get them for her. We go to the window and she shows me what she’s trying to do.
“Should be easy enough.”
I take the rod from her and put it on the metal brackets on the wall.
“Thanks. You’re a lifesaver. This room is great, but that sun in the morning is too much.”
She moves around me and fluffs the curtains to her liking. Trying to get out of her way, I take a step back and knock a box over. When I turn to pick up the contents, I freeze. There, on the floor, is a variety of little lace thongs in every color imaginable. It’s like a fucking rainbow of lace. If that wasn’t bad enough, next to the thongs is cheetah print box and a bright pink dildo that’s somehow turned on and is vibrating on the carpet.
She lets out a horrified sound and reaches for the dildo. In her haste, she launches it right out of her hand and it hits me square in the crotch.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry,” she shrieks.
She grabs it this time, turning it off and hiding it behind her back, as if I’ll magically forget what she’s holding.
I chuckle. “No big deal.”
“Says you.” Her cheeks turn even redder than they were. “My vibe just hit your crotch. And you saw my pussy box.”
Her voice rises with each word and I bite back another laugh.
“Pussy box?”