Free Tainted Love: Sinful Souls MC #3 by Amo Jones Page A

rings I’m familiar with on his lip. “Nope, I wouldn’t care if you did.”
    I feel like an idiot, of course, he wouldn’t care. This is Ade we’re talking about here. “Right, sure.”
    I stand from where I’m sitting. “I’m going to call a cab, head back to the hotel.”
    He’s still looking out deep into the backyard, so I turn to walk away, but he grabs onto my hand with his. I look down at him, heart racing and thighs clenched.
    “I’ll take you, Kalie,” he says looking up at me. I sigh out in annoyance. He’s so perfect it hurts.
    I chuckle nervously. “Yeah, have you forgotten? I don’t do the bike thing.”
    He shrugs, getting up from where he’s sitting, still not breaking hold of my hand. “Then we’ll take my car. I’ve been keeping it here until my house is built anyway.” I look to him and he narrows his eyes, smirking at me. Always the mischievous shit, he is.
    “Okay,” I respond quietly. Following him back through the bar I see everyone staring at us.
    I look to Vicky. “He’s going to drop me off at my hotel.”
    Her face drops. “Why don’t you just stay with me?”
    I place my hands on her shoulder. “Because love, I might kill you if I have to live with you for the two weeks leading up to your wedding. I do love you, though.”
    She laughs. “I have been sort of bad, hey? And who told you? It was Blake wasn’t it?” She whips her head around to Blake, and if looks could kill, he’d be dead on the ground.
    I shake my head and laugh, saving him from his future wife’s wrath. “No, but I’m going to go. Text me tomorrow what the plans are. Okay?”
    She nods her head and hugs me before I begin to make my way out the door to where Ade is standing there waiting. When I’m almost at the door, I can feel someone burning holes into my head. Turning to the right I see that same blonde I saw Ade with on my first night here. She’s sitting there looking none too happy. Ade sees that I’ve stopped and looks at who I’m looking at before walking up to me and pulling me in under his arm.
    “Baby, you gotta cut the jealous crap or this is just never going to work,” he says smirking while kissing my head.
    I laugh and shove him away from me. “Shut up.”
    We walk to the garage together, and he punches in a code, making one of the seven garage doors open up and revealing a big, beautiful shiny car. I walk over to it and run my hand over the metallic gloss black paintwork.
    “1970 Dodge Charger RT,” he answers my unspoken question.
    I look up to him and smile. “It’s beautiful.”
    Popping open the door, he gets into the driver’s seat, roaring the beast to life.
    “So, you’re the whole package, huh? Mr. Bad-Boy-Biker, who has tattoos, piercings, and drives a V8? I’m impressed,” I say humorously.
    He laughs, putting it into first gear. “Impressed enough to open those sweet little legs for me again?”
    I snap my head to him in shock, only to see him laughing inwardly.
    Laughing, I shake my head. “You are something else, Mr. Nixon.”

 
    The drive there is slow, but I learn that Ade’s dad died when he was young, along with Zane and Blake’s dad. A few months after their deaths, his mom died too. He didn’t say how, but I can see it is a touchy subject. As you would expect. Zane’s mom, Annabelle raised him since then, and the rest is history. I can see how much he loves Zane’s mom just by how he talks about her. We pull up to the hotel and I take off my seat belt.
    “Thanks, for the ride.”
    He yanks up the handbrake and turns the car off. “Have you eaten?”
    I shake my head. “Ade, it’s two in the morning. There’s no way I can eat at this time.” I stop briefly before continuing, “You can come up, though if you want. I mean. Shit! Hang on. Give me a minute to rephrase that. I’m not offering sex, but you can come up,” I say, blushing bright beet red.
    I can hear him holding in his laugh, so I look up to him, watching his hand covering