But it was pretty simple.
She stabbed her boyfriend, Victor, who was some connected guy with ties that ran down through California into Mexico and right back up into Vegas. None of it was a big shock to Jett. He knew how families worked. Fuck, he had been born into one and suffered through the murder of his mother by his father. All part of the family though.
“You stabbed him,” Jett said when Lena took a breath.
She turned and faced Jett. “Yeah.”
“That’s fucking crazy.”
“I had a plan though. To do it and run. But he was always a step ahead…”
“You still got him though.”
“I stabbed him while trying to get away from him and one of his guys. I stabbed Victor and then the guy hit me.”
Jett felt his heart twist and burn. “Some guy hit you?”
“Yeah. That’s what knocked me out.”
“Someone fucking hit you. And then just threw you over my ride.”
“Yeah. Sorry I’m not something better.”
Jett sighed and rubbed his chin. Miller wanted this chick gone. Hell, under any normal circumstance, Lena would have been long gone by now. Especially since the memory thing was a complete fucking joke. A total lie.
“So what do I do now?” Jett asked.
“Let me go then,” Lena said. “Let me just… figure it out. Without any heat on you.”
“Throw you out there?” Jett asked. “Right into danger? This guy will kill you. Unless you’ve already killed him. If you did, he’ll have guys coming for you. Fuck, beautiful, I’m…”
“Then why?” Lena asked. “Just tell me why. What are you thinking right now?”
Jett reached forward and grabbed the top of Lena’s jeans and pulled. “I’m thinking about last night. And I want more of that. Then we can figure out a plan together. Because if you go and get caught…”
“What?”
Jett swallowed. “How do I know you won’t bring heat on the MC? Your boyfriend wants to come after us already, right? Face it, beautiful, we could maybe use you right here. Have you fuck with him for our benefit.”
“And, what, hold me hostage?”
“Whatever it takes. You think some guys in suits are bad? You think some guys paid to kill people are bad? You don’t know what you’ve stumbled across with Back Down Devil MC. Nobody fucks with us. Not with the war brewing outside right now.”
Jett liked having this kind of power. More so, he liked his hand holding Lena’s jeans. He wanted to fuck her again. He wanted everything again. So he decided to just fucking take it.
His hands slid up the shirt Lena wore. The shirt was Jett’s, but it looked better on Lena. She didn’t stop him as his hands moved over her breasts. Her bare and beautiful breasts. The stiffness of her nipples to his touch. Her face started to flush and she swallowed hard, trying to control her breathing.
“Let go,” Jett said. “Right now.”
“Or what? You going to hurt me?”
Jett shook his head. “Is that what you’re used to? Always getting hurt? You’re not going to get hurt here with me. But that doesn’t mean shit, when hell is waiting to crash through the door. All we have are seconds. That’s what I look at. Right now, the seconds are wasting.”
“Because I’m not fucking you?” Lena asked.
Jett slid his hands from Lena’s breasts to her back. “Then what you want me to do? Take you out on a date? Ask your mother for permission to kiss you?”
Lena leaned into Jett and put her knees on the bed. “No. Make me feel alive again, Jett. Just like last night…”
Jett hurried his hands down to Lena’s jeans and opened them.
Make me feel alive again… fucking right, beautiful. You’re going to make me feel again, too.
Keeping to his word, Jett tore Lena’s jeans and panties down, not wasting anymore time. She kicked out of her pants and panties, but the long, black t-shirt covered everything up. It was extremely seductive. But as Jett started to touch her legs, his fingertips aching to feel the silky smoothness of her sex, Lena swatted his hands away.
“I want to see,” she whispered. “Everything this time.”
Jett didn’t realize exactly what Lena meant at first, but the second her hands sliced to the inside of his leather cut, he knew what she wanted. Jett took off his leather cut and threw it to the floor. Her little fingers then tore at the bottom of his shirt, demanding it up and off. Jett didn’t mind the feeling of all this right now. Lena threw his shirt across the room. Her hands were eager to touch his wide shoulders. Her eyes wide as she moved down his chest. Her fingernails dug a little, making him tingle and ache in his pants.