A Baby for the Bad Boy (A Bad Boy Romance: Dominick and Linden, book THREE) by Olivia Hawthorne Page A

leading me directly into Dom’s arms.
    By the time class was over, it was a short wait until Dom’s truck arrived.
    I recognized it as it pulled up, a huge red headed man behind the wheel. It was the same one we’d used to make the gun run but there was primer covering the bullet holes and the passenger window had been replaced.
    I stepped up as the red headed guy parked, he jumped out and said, “Here ya go, sweetheart.”
    He dangled the keys in front of me, I grabbed them and said, “Thanks, um, sorry I don’t know your name but I recognize you from–”
    “Don’t say another word,” he said, raising his eyebrows and holding his hand up. “I’m Big Red, one of Dom’s right hand guys.”
    “Nice to meet you,” I replied, “Do you need a lift somewhere?”
    “Naw, I’m good. I had a prospect drive the truck most of the way and I brought my bike. Dom told me to deliver it, but he didn’t say anything about me driving it,” he grinned, gave me a salute and turned to walk away.
    I threw my backpack into the seat of the truck and climbed in, put the key in the ignition and exclaimed, “Shit!”
    My hands were shaking so hard that I couldn’t possibly drive. I’d never had a panic attack, but I imagined this is what it must feel like.
    The gunfight from a couple nights ago came back to me, and fear shot through me, jolting me like something physical.
    I couldn’t breathe, my chest constricted and adrenaline flowed through me fast enough that my heart pounding rapidly, making me light headed.
    I couldn’t do this. I hated it, I felt weak and stupid, but I couldn’t drive.”
    “Hey!” I yelled, “Wait! Come back!”
    Big Red was walking slowly across the grassy park in front of the campus. He didn’t turn around.
    “Big Red!” I yelled, jumping out of the truck.
    He turned finally and I waved my arms at him like a wild woman. Several students turned to look at me and I stopped, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
    Bid Red walked back towards me, he was what I envisioned when I thought biker. He was huge, over six and a half feet, with a belly that seemed as big around as he was tall. He had strawberry blonde hair pulled back into a greasy pony tail and a massive beard that grew down his belly.
    I wondered how he managed to find a bike big enough for his big frame, he seemed better suited as an extra on Harry Potter than a bad ass biker.
    “Did anyone ever tell you that you look like Hagrid?” I asked with a grin.
    “Who the hell is that?” he rumbled.
    “Harry Potter? Half giant?” I asked. I could see in his eyes that he didn’t have a clue what I was talking about. I laughed, “Never mind.”
    “What’s the problem, sweetheart?” he asked, looking slightly annoyed.
    “I can’t drive the truck,” I said, “Can you take me somewhere I can find Dom? I need my car.”
    He sighed and irritation crossed his features, his eyebrows knitting together.
    “I don’t know where Dom is right now,” he said.
    “Please, I don’t know what else to do. I could take a cab, but I’d still need my car for the morning.”
    “What’s going on here?” a girl asked from behind me. I turned and saw Mikey.
    “Hey you, I don’t know how to drive stick,” I said, hiding my lie with a laugh. “My car isn’t working right now and Dom sent this truck over for me.”
    “This is Dominick Carter’s truck?” she asked, her face lighting up.
    “Yeah, sure is,” Big Red replied. “You all hot and bothered for our club president? Why don’t you hop in and drive this little lady wherever she needs to go and I’ll take you to the pub afterwards.”
    “Are you serious?” Mikey squealed and gave me a sidelong glance. “I mean, if Linden is okay with it. I can do that.”
    I felt a sharp stab of jealousy shoot through my midsection and my chest tightened, making it difficult to take a breath. I forced it down and calmly said, “Yeah, sure. That sounds like a plan.”
    She took the keys from me, grinned