I leaned against the car and enjoyed my smoke. Belle stood next to me, fucking beautiful little thing she was. I could still hear her half-drunk voice giggling that night at the bar.
“So who did you beat up today?” she asked, probably trying to be cute.
I looked at her and grinned. “No fighting.” I opened my leather cut and showed her my gun. Then I winked.
I swore she was going to pass out right there.
Yeah, we had been on a little bit of a run dealing with some shit. Nothing major, but someone throwing words around that shouldn’t have been said. So we had to take a ride and put our foot down. You know, into some mouths, sides of the faces, crush up some ribs. I sadly had to use my weapon, but that was not my fault.
“It’s true about you,” Belle said. “Your people.”
“What’s that?”
“You’re bad.”
“So bad,” I said. “So bad that I stopped to help you so you wouldn’t get stranded. That’s a hell of a way to say thanks.”
I stared Belle down, enjoying the little bickering between us.
“I’m going to stand somewhere else,” she said.
“Okay,” I said. “I’ll be right here waiting.”
It only took Ari about half an hour to come back with what I needed. Poor guy had to drive a fucking car because of the tools required to change the hose on Belle’s car. I had no fucking clue why I was doing it.
A while back, before Hammer was sent to prison and killed, I sat one night pounding beers with him. He told me the MC was designed as a way to create a brotherhood. Not to be rebel outlaws but to create their own path to survive. There were always fights and always would be, but when opportunity came to show a different side, we were all to take it. That didn’t mean favors and being upstanding citizens though. Maybe helping Belle was a mistake. To me, it was just one of those opportunities.
When I finished, I turned my head and saw Belle standing there. Her arms folded under her tits, pushing them up. Her blue eyes were fucking intense. Her blonde hair pulled back. Shit, it was about opportunity. The opportunity to bend Belle over the hood of the car and fuck her senseless.
I closed the hood.
I walked around and started the car. It fired right up, no issues at all.
I left the door open and stood in the way to make damn sure Belle wasn’t going to skate away from me.
As she approached, the sun was setting. The colors spread across the sky. It was just me and her standing there. I had sent Ari back to the clubhouse.
Belle stopped with just inches between us.
“You’re all set,” I said.
“Thanks,” she whispered. “I have some money…”
“No. No money, babe. Just remember who did this for you.”
“And that’s it?” she asked.
“That’s about it,” I said.
I stepped to the side and gave her a path. She stepped forward and I shot my right hand out, touching her waist. I leaned in close to her, so close I could smell the sweetness of her skin and the fruitiness of her shampoo.
I planted a kiss to her cheek and ran the tip of my nose to her ear and went up.
“See you around, babe,” I whispered.
I walked away without looking back. I didn’t need to, I knew her face was red and her jaw dropped. Shit, I could have ripped her apart right there on the hood of the car.
But I guess I was just planting seeds, yet again.
I got on my ride and took off, letting the wind rip at my face. But nothing was going to calm down what I had going on between my legs. I was hard as a rock.
All because of sweet and pretty Belle.
sixteen
(slam)
NOW
I put my foot up on the picnic table, almost dumbfounded.
What the fuck was that about?
Belle looked ready to jump down to the rocks. That was a pretty stupid thing to even consider, joking or not. Unless she actually wanted to hurt herself.
Goddamn, were things that bad for her?
Her old man must have overprotected her like crazy…
Her cell phone vibrated on the table again.
Or was it something more?
I leaned over and looked at the screen.
The message was from someone named Kyle.
I made fists and gritted my fucking teeth. I felt a surge go through me like goddamn poison. I knew what kind of poison it was - jealousy. Some other guy trying to get up on Belle bothered me. Eventually someone was going to grab that cherry and pluck it. Someone was going to get inside her. Shit, for all I knew, someone had already been staking their claim. Not that I gave a shit. I wasn’t as much of a settler as a Viking. I came, took what I want, fucked what looked good, and left.
Belle would be no different.
I tried really hard to mind my own business, but I knew the perils of that too. I lost a brother once by not snooping enough. I had let my mind settle and just fucking assumed the world was going to be okay when it wasn’t.
I wasn’t going to let that happen with Belle.
I reached across the table and grabbed her phone. One swipe and I was reading text messages from this Kyle guy that made my blood boil.