Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
I sure as fuck hoped my wiliness paid off today because I needed it to snag my woman.
When I drove into the parking lot at the Atlanta airport, I waited near the entrance so I could see Dahlia’s car come in. Deviant had let me know she was about ten minutes behind me. While I waited, I called Mav, hoping he’d pick up since it had been several hours from when I left. I figured he would have spent that time in bed with his old lady, especially after almost losing her. But I called anyway.
“Only taking this call to say, what the fuck, Fox?” he growled when he picked up.
“You can give me shit when I get back,” I grunted. “Just let me handle the situation with Dahlia first.”
I heard a muffled voice in the background and assumed it was Molly, probably asking about her sister. “Want to tell me what the fuck that situation is before I’m forced to kick your ass to make my woman happy?”
“She’s mine.”
Maverick was silent, accepting my explanation without question. Nothing else needed to be said about that.
“What’s the plan?” he asked after a beat.
“Gonna grab her when she arrives and head home. But I’m watching the forecast, and the storm’s proving to be unpredictable. If we get delayed, you’ll need to come up for air and run shit until I get back. Especially with the Cordell situation so unstable.”
Our last job had gone sideways, and we were still dealing with the fallout. Including a crazy asshole who thought he was a key player when really, he was the boss’s lap dog.
“Done. Should I tell Lex to make sure the safe house is stocked?”
Like most clubs, we had chapters in other locations, as well as safe houses maintained by prospects in strategic small towns. It also had a generator and sat phone in case of an emergency. There was one just over the state line into Tennessee. “Hadn’t thought of that option,” I mused. “Yeah, have Lex get it ready, just in case.”
I wasn’t sure if it would be necessary, but taking Dahlia to a small, secluded place for the night—especially if she decided to be stubborn about this whole thing—held merit.
A silver car caught my eye as it approached the ticket machine. “Gotta go. Keep me updated.” I hung up without waiting for a response.
Dahlia drove into the covered parking lot, and I watched her search for a spot, then stop a few rows back from the doors to the terminal. I hopped off my hog and jogged toward her, intercepting her a few feet from her car.
“Dahlia,” I grunted.
She halted suddenly, her expression a mix of surprise and wariness as she shifted her small suitcase so it would be easily tossed away and turned her key out so it could be used as a weapon. Good girl.
“Relax, baby. I’m Fox. The Iron Rogues president.”
Her shoulders lost their tension, but her brow furrowed as she cocked her head to the side and studied me curiously. “Um…yeah, I know. Are you going somewhere?” Then her eyes narrowed. “What are you doing here?”
My mouth twitched with the beginnings of a smile, and I winked at her. “I’m here for you, babe.”
“P-pardon?” she stuttered, blinking rapidly.
“We need to have a talk.”
Dahlia’s lips curled down. “Um, okay, but it will have to wait. I have a plane to catch right now, so—”
I shook my head and strode forward, quickly eating up the space between us until we were nearly toe-to-toe. “Now.”
“But—”
Even though I’d hoped she would simply agree to leave with me, I knew it was unlikely, so I’d spent the ride coming up with a plan to make it happen. “If you’re worried about your dad, I can take care of him,” I assured her as my gaze dropped to her plump lips. I was dying to see them wrapped around my cock.
“Take care…” The alarm in her tone caught my attention. “You will ki—”
“Fuck no!” I hurried to clarify. “Shouldn’t have put it that way. I meant that I’ll make sure you stay hidden from him if you come with me.”
“Why would I do that?” she asked, her expression leery. Behind the hesitation, I caught a spark of interest and had to bite back a confident smile.
The moment I’d touched Dahlia earlier that day, I’d felt the electric current between us. When I set her down behind the car, her dilated pupils and flushed cheeks told me she’d felt it too. Some might have chalked it up to the adrenaline of the situation, but when my thumb had brushed over the pulse on her wrist, she’d shivered and licked her lips. It had taken a herculean effort on my part not to feast on her delectable mouth right that second.
I debated whether to be honest or go with the half-truth I’d thought up on the way here. Ultimately, I decided to save the part where I informed her that she was mine and was keeping her for a time when I had her undivided attention…and it was a fuck of a lot harder for her to run away.