Free Leather for Two: Wings of Steel MC by Rhonda Lee Carver

vibrated my chest. I pushed a tendril of hair behind my ear. “What about the threats Peterson mentioned?”
    “Diesel became irate when he lost his seat as president, but by then he’d changed so much and members feared he’d take us all down. We had our suspicions that he’d been dealing firearms, which put all of us in danger. Most recently, he was drinking too much. He’d never forgiven me for taking the presidency. And he never forgave you. He blurted out in front of everyone in the compound that he should have never made an agreement with me when it came to you. He said he planned on finding you.” Blaze shrugged. “I lost my head and told him if he made one step near you, I’d put a bullet in his head.”
    “And two months later, he ended up exactly like that…a bullet in his head.”
    “Talk about piss poor luck.” He chuckled, but it fizzled.
    “Why didn’t you tell me this?”
    “Yeah, I could see that conversation. It wouldn’t have ended well for me.”
    “Peterson thinks you killed Diesel. And that doesn’t look good.”
    “Exactly. I’m a suspect, but I have an alibi.” He rubbed his hands down his thighs.
    “What’s your alibi?”
    He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Doesn’t matter.” He didn’t look at me and his jaw tensed.
    “Why, Blaze? If it’s a steel-tight alibi, Peterson and law enforcement won’t have a case against you.”
    “I wouldn’t consider it steel-tight, but it’s the truth.”
    “Not steel-tight?” My heart dropped.
    “I was with a chick I had been seeing for a short period of time.” I felt like I’d been jabbed in the stomach. I moved away from him. “Rena…”
    I held up a hand to stop him. “It doesn’t matter. Really, it doesn’t. I’m okay, it’s just that I’m now smack dab in the middle of something that I wanted no part of. I knew this would happen.” I stood and walked to the opposite side of the room, needing space from him. I crossed my arms over my chest, hoping to ease this sick feeling I had.
    “I’m sorry, but I didn’t mean for this to happen. I should have kept the letter from Diesel—”
    “No you shouldn’t. But you should read it. You say that no one can be trusted, and so did Diesel.” I went to my purse and grabbed the crumbled envelope. I tossed it on the cushion next to Blaze. “You’ll find it interesting.”
    He pulled out the paper and, when he was finished reading, he dropped it to the table. “Diesel was a game player,” he said in a husky voice.
    “Are you thinking there’s nothing important in the box at his house?” I asked.
    He shrugged. “I’m saying he was a game player and this is his way of playing. The only way we’ll know if there’s something important in it is by checking it out.”
    “We?”
    “Yes, we . Are you wanting to do this on your own?” One thick brow curved.
    “No, but…”
    He stood and came around the table. “What, Rena? You don’t trust me?” The quavering in his voice matched my emotions.
    “I—no, I trust you. It’s all confusing.” I wanted to cry, but I refused. I wouldn’t lose my last bit of control in front of Blaze.
    “No worries, baby. I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise. We’ll get to the bottom of this and it’ll be okay. Early tomorrow morning we’ll go to Diesel’s, but we have to get past the yellow tape. Shouldn’t be a problem.”
    I sucked in a breath. “Yellow tape?”
    “Sweetheart, it is a murder scene.”
    “But…well, is there another way?” All of this was too much to grasp.
    “I’m afraid not. The place should be clear to get in and get out. We’ll just have to be smart about it.”
    My knees wobbled. “I don’t like the sound of this.”
    “Remember, I won’t let anything happen to you.”
    His words helped me, some. “Why don’t we go now?”
    He shook his head. “Patience is key. If we go into that place, we’d have to use a flashlight and we’re more likely to get caught. We’ll wait until first