hair, pulled hard enough to tilt her face up to him, and held her there.
"I can't—"
"Trust me," he repeated. "I won't let anyone hurt you."
"Rain won't let us stay in Pitnam," she said. "He'll think I had something to do with his woman getting kidnapped. I messed up and thought I could use our relationship to keep her safe. He'll never believe that I was doing the only thing I knew to do at the time."
"You'll let me worry about that." He eased away from her, needing distance from her questions. "Now, get on the bike."
He ignored her stubbornness and waited her out without another word. When she settled herself behind him, he set off for Pitnam. There was going to be hell to pay later, but he was running out of options and he had to keep her in the dark until the business with Garcia was over.
Right now, he had to work on getting into Pitnam safely and talking to Rain.
For one, the Bantorus MC saw him for the president of the Lagsturns—who were not welcome in Pitnam. Two, Rain and Tori knew his true occupation. He trusted them as much as he could given the situation, but as with everything there were risks involved. Rain was tight with his members of the Bantorus MC. His loyalty lay with them.
Thirty minutes later, he spotted his first Bantorus member tagging behind them. Two miles later, six Bantorus riders fell in behind him, taking the off ramp, and entering Pitnam. He pulled over and cut the engine. The other riders were taking no chances. He was surrounded.
"Hey." Raul recognized the man on the gray softtail. "Slade, right?"
The Bantorus VP nodded, but gave nothing away. His mouth remained firm and the scar at his brow stood out even with the lack of lighting in the area.
"Yeah." Slade glanced at Crystal. "What's your business?"
Raul chuckled, but he wasn't feeling any amusement. "Traveling, man. Thought we'd stop for the night and while we're here my woman wanted to say hello to your president and get a bite to eat at the bar."
Slade's lip curled. "That isn't going to happen."
"I'll argue that point." He pulled off his gloves and set them on the gas tank of his motorcycle. "Why don't you give your president a call, and let him know we're in town and when we'll be arriving."
Slade looked behind Raul and nodded at one of the other men. Raul kept his gaze on the road, and off the riders. He wasn't afraid to fight his way in if for some reason Slade denied them permission to enter Bantorus territory.
"Raul?" Crystal whispered. "Maybe this is a bad idea."
He half turned on the seat, fisted her hair, and brought her close enough he could put his lips on her ear. "Relax. Trust me."
"But, Rain doesn't—"
He brushed her cheek with his lips, and captured her mouth. Not giving her a choice, he forced her lips to open and kissed her deeply with his tongue. Damned if his balls didn't tighten at the taste of her.
Sitting on the side of the road, surrounded by Bantorus members, his fate in his hands, and he had the urge to take Crystal on his bike in front of everyone. He broke away, softening the kiss with nibbles on her bottom lip. Jesus, he needed one fucking day to escape his life so he could show her exactly how he felt about her.
Slade stepped up to him on the motorcycle and held out the edge of his jacket, showing a well-used, but cared for, 38 special. "Rain granted you permission to ride directly to Cactus Cove."
A smile came easily, rubbing the win in Slade's face. "Well, isn't that nice of him?—he turned to Crystal—looks like the reunion you wanted is going to happen, mi vida ."
Crystal stiffened. He patted her thigh to keep her quiet. "Lead on, boys."
Slade remained standing beside him. "I don't know what the hell you have planned, but you so much as raise your hand to touch a Bantorus, a woman owned by Bantorus, or anyone within our territory, and we'll bury you and your bitch."
"Understood, amigo . I'm just an old friend visiting and saying hey." Raul started the engine.
Once again,
"I can't—"
"Trust me," he repeated. "I won't let anyone hurt you."
"Rain won't let us stay in Pitnam," she said. "He'll think I had something to do with his woman getting kidnapped. I messed up and thought I could use our relationship to keep her safe. He'll never believe that I was doing the only thing I knew to do at the time."
"You'll let me worry about that." He eased away from her, needing distance from her questions. "Now, get on the bike."
He ignored her stubbornness and waited her out without another word. When she settled herself behind him, he set off for Pitnam. There was going to be hell to pay later, but he was running out of options and he had to keep her in the dark until the business with Garcia was over.
Right now, he had to work on getting into Pitnam safely and talking to Rain.
For one, the Bantorus MC saw him for the president of the Lagsturns—who were not welcome in Pitnam. Two, Rain and Tori knew his true occupation. He trusted them as much as he could given the situation, but as with everything there were risks involved. Rain was tight with his members of the Bantorus MC. His loyalty lay with them.
Thirty minutes later, he spotted his first Bantorus member tagging behind them. Two miles later, six Bantorus riders fell in behind him, taking the off ramp, and entering Pitnam. He pulled over and cut the engine. The other riders were taking no chances. He was surrounded.
"Hey." Raul recognized the man on the gray softtail. "Slade, right?"
The Bantorus VP nodded, but gave nothing away. His mouth remained firm and the scar at his brow stood out even with the lack of lighting in the area.
"Yeah." Slade glanced at Crystal. "What's your business?"
Raul chuckled, but he wasn't feeling any amusement. "Traveling, man. Thought we'd stop for the night and while we're here my woman wanted to say hello to your president and get a bite to eat at the bar."
Slade's lip curled. "That isn't going to happen."
"I'll argue that point." He pulled off his gloves and set them on the gas tank of his motorcycle. "Why don't you give your president a call, and let him know we're in town and when we'll be arriving."
Slade looked behind Raul and nodded at one of the other men. Raul kept his gaze on the road, and off the riders. He wasn't afraid to fight his way in if for some reason Slade denied them permission to enter Bantorus territory.
"Raul?" Crystal whispered. "Maybe this is a bad idea."
He half turned on the seat, fisted her hair, and brought her close enough he could put his lips on her ear. "Relax. Trust me."
"But, Rain doesn't—"
He brushed her cheek with his lips, and captured her mouth. Not giving her a choice, he forced her lips to open and kissed her deeply with his tongue. Damned if his balls didn't tighten at the taste of her.
Sitting on the side of the road, surrounded by Bantorus members, his fate in his hands, and he had the urge to take Crystal on his bike in front of everyone. He broke away, softening the kiss with nibbles on her bottom lip. Jesus, he needed one fucking day to escape his life so he could show her exactly how he felt about her.
Slade stepped up to him on the motorcycle and held out the edge of his jacket, showing a well-used, but cared for, 38 special. "Rain granted you permission to ride directly to Cactus Cove."
A smile came easily, rubbing the win in Slade's face. "Well, isn't that nice of him?—he turned to Crystal—looks like the reunion you wanted is going to happen, mi vida ."
Crystal stiffened. He patted her thigh to keep her quiet. "Lead on, boys."
Slade remained standing beside him. "I don't know what the hell you have planned, but you so much as raise your hand to touch a Bantorus, a woman owned by Bantorus, or anyone within our territory, and we'll bury you and your bitch."
"Understood, amigo . I'm just an old friend visiting and saying hey." Raul started the engine.
Once again,
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