My mind continued to race. It was a wild mix of rage, anger, and lust. Shit, I was lusting for this bitch already? Maybe I could smell that untouched slit between her legs. I couldn’t imagine it being true, but goddamn, if it was, she was going to be wicked tight. She was going to need me to take it easy on her, which I could do, but only for a short time. I could already feel her clawing at my shoulders and biting my chest to keep from screaming too loud.
My left hand gripped the edge of the table. I felt my teeth gritting as we stared at each other. It was pretty damn obvious she remembered who the hell I was too.
“Brother, you need to calm down,” Knox said. “You can’t be mad at her for anything. Play this right.”
“Shut up, Knox,” I whispered.
Belle took a step toward the table. Then another.
Come to me, babe. Come to me so I could ruin you.
She took one more step and then a hand shot out from two tables behind us. I watched as the hand swung and cracked Belle, right in the ass.
She jumped, then froze, and looked down at the table.
“I need another drinks, tits,” someone said.
That’s when the anger hit a boiling point.
Belle’s face turned red and I could tell whoever just touched her was not welcomed to be doing so. I pulled at the edge of the table to get out of the booth and kill the fucker that just touched Belle, but Knox stopped me.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he said. “I saw it too. Let that one go.”
I looked at Knox, my body seething with rage. “I can’t.”
“You can’t get into trouble. Go with the flow of the night, brother. Remember.”
I forced myself to sit still for a few seconds. I listened to the way this asshole talked to Belle.
My Belle.
I looked at Knox again and then looked up at Belle as she approached our table.
Her fingers touched the table. “I’m so sorry, guys. Can you hold for another minute?”
“Sure thing, Belle,” I said to her. “Take your time.”
She kept walking but looked back at me and she stumbled.
“Real smooth,” Knox asked. “She’s going to want to know how you know her name.”
I ignored Knox and watched as the asshole from the other table stood up. He ran a hand through his hair. “I’m going have a ciggy. Fucking lame place won’t let ya smoke. Fucking losers.”
The guy turned and walked to a side exit.
That’s when I stood up from the booth.
“Slam,” Knox growled.
“Order me a burger. I’ll be right back.”
“You can’t get into trouble…”
“I’m not getting into trouble,” I said. “I promise.”
“Your promises are worth dick.”
“Burger,” I said. “Load it up. And get me a fresh beer, I’m going to need it.”
I walked away, expecting Knox to chase me down.
But he didn’t.
That was a good thing.
Nothing was going to stop me.
Don’t get into fucking trouble?
Fuck that.
I was trouble… the worst kind…
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My heart wouldn’t stop pounding.
He was here.
The guy. The so-called bad guy. The biker guy. I’d met him twice but never got his name. I’d never forget his size, his face, or the logo on his leather. And he was in the restaurant, his eyes all over me.
Better yet - he knew my name.
I was the daughter of a cop so my instincts kicked in and I wanted to know how he knew my name and why he was there.
I hurried to get that table of assholes more drinks.
When I got to the table I saw the biggest asshole - the one who smacked my ass - wasn’t there.
“Let me ask you something,” the other asshole said. “How fucking far away do you have to go to have a cigarette?”
“Excuse me?”
“My buddy went outside for a cigarette five minutes ago,” he said. “You have some made up law that you have to be a mile away?”
“No,” I said. “Just not inside.”
I walked away to the table where he had been sitting.
I noticed he was gone too.
Oh… shit…
The other guy looked at me. “Darlin’. We’re ready to order.”
“Where’s…”
“Slam,” he said. “I’m Knox. Your face tells me you have an idea of who we are. Keep it at that. So that’s going to be two burgers… with the works. How’s this place with burgers, darlin’?”
“Uh, yeah,” I said. “I mean, they’re great. Made fresh. Not frozen.”
“Good. Really good. Oh, and before I forget, let me get a chicken parm, to go, and make my burger to go. Slam is eating solo tonight. He’s got plans right here.”
My head kept spinning. My heart kept racing.
I needed to calm myself.
From the corner of my eye I saw him. Slam. What a name. I knew it couldn’t have been his real name, right? Nobody would name their kid that. Then again, this guy…
I had forced myself to forget his name the first time he told me it. This time, I would never forget it.
He was like a monster stomping along the floor. His shoulders were so big, so round. His eyes dead set on me. I took a step back and he stopped right at me, towering over me.