Grace’s POV
“We’ll get them through your brother, Carlson,” Prez stated – as if he’d already thought this through. Hell, he probably had but didn’t act on it because he didn’t want me in any kind of danger.
I shivered, just thinking about the hard, possessive kiss earlier. He kissed me as if he needed me more than his next breath. I didn’t know you could love someone as deeply and completely as I loved my big, bad biker. He gave me that teenage, butterfly-in-your-belly feeling that I never thought I would experience when I got to my age. Made me smile like a goofy fool and laugh uncontrollably without feeling ashamed of it.
He made me feel like being me was enough…
“You need to call him and draw him out somewhere where we easily can access him,” Prez continued, looking at St
Grace's POV“Bunny?” Prez asked, turning to Jasper.“This should be a perfect place,” he replied to the unasked question and surprised me when a huge map appeared on the white wall behind us. On the map was a huge air photo of a wooded area that I didn’t recognize, but the bikers seemed to know what they were talking about.“It’s in the woods, but accessible by car and bikes,” Steel continued, circling some lines that looked like roads. “And it’s not far from the clubhouse, which would make it seem like she just got lucky and escaped.”In the meantime, Jasper had pulled out a disposable phone, and after a few seconds of tinkering with it, he handed it to me.“This is untraceable, so they won’t know where you are exactly, but it will get them into the general area,” he explain
Grace’s POV“We’ll get them through your brother, Carlson,” Prez stated – as if he’d already thought this through. Hell, he probably had but didn’t act on it because he didn’t want me in any kind of danger.I shivered, just thinking about the hard, possessive kiss earlier. He kissed me as if he needed me more than his next breath. I didn’t know you could love someone as deeply and completely as I loved my big, bad biker. He gave me that teenage, butterfly-in-your-belly feeling that I never thought I would experience when I got to my age. Made me smile like a goofy fool and laugh uncontrollably without feeling ashamed of it.He made me feel like being me was enough…“You need to call him and draw him out somewhere where we easily can access him,” Prez continued, looking at St
Prez’s POVI admired Cracker’s spunk, but--- there was no fucking way that Steel was going to let his woman be in any danger. Hell, the guy had already almost lost her once, I didn’t even fault the guy for not wanting to tempt faith.Even if it was a good idea…And it’s not like he didn’t have reason to worry. People had been calling us and telling us how they’d been approached by strangers who were asking about us. About our numbers and our security. And more specifically, asking about Cracker and Grace…Over the past week, men on black unmarked motorcycles had been spotted around the club and at my house. Driving up and down the road that led to Cracker’s and Steel’s place. We’d been trying to find out what MC, but they were smart and covered up their logo.
Cracker’s POV“This is getting ridiculous!”Ok, so I was a little pissed. It had been a week and absolutely nothing had happened! Other than going to work with Steel hot on my heel for the past five days and not allowed to even go to the bathroom alone, Jones along with everyone else, had remained completely under the radar. No more mysterious deaths, no cops creeping around the property, and no strange extortion schemes.Everything was quiet.Too quiet!“Oh yeah?” Grace countered from behind the desk, using Cook’s kitchen as her own. “What’s that?”“This!” I exclaimed and folded my arms frustrated over my chest. “Just waiting around? What the fuck?”I hated the waiting game. And what
Knives’s POV“Why are you looking at me like that?”I asked, as Bunny sat across from me and stared at me intently. If he were going to ask for a threesome, the answer would be no! I was too damn tired after these last couple of weeks. After pulling every single available shift at the shop, booking and solving as many cases as I could and then gathering intel on Jones’s and Jake’s associates---Yeah, I was beat.It was now two in the morning, and I was finally back at the club. After a strong drink, I was hitting the bunk, getting some shuteye, and then be ready to roll out at 6 to do some more reconnaissance before the shop opened at 8.As if my brain were eagerly agreeing with me, I let out a loud yawn. Not that there was anyone there to be bothered by it. Apart from a few prospects, there was only me and Bunny there. And Cobalt, but he rarely left the bar until four or five in the morning,
Grace’s POVI was just shimming into one of Prez’s old T-shirts when I caught him staring at me from the bedroom door. He didn’t even hide the way he took in the sight before him, drinking in and appreciating my legs and the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra.“Hey!” I said, suddenly feeling shy and blushing so hard, it might be the reason the poles were melting. My hands came up and covered the hardening nipples. Not that that helped much, since that only pulled the shirt up and revealed my newly shaven pussy. After having Prez gone down on me – not once, but twice – untrimmed, I’d shaven the bitch within an inch of her life, not willing to risk anyone meeting my puff ever again.And Prez seemed to appreciate it…“What?” he asked innocently and strolled on over as if he didn’t have a care in the world. And like he wasn’t the finest piece of man-flesh God ever put on this earth! With nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and two beers in his hand, he looked good enough to eat!Aft