prickle with awareness.
It belonged to Tyler Blackfoot. He wasn’t supposed to be here, there were no bikes outside. She turned around, hand on her hip. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same question. Give me the phone,” he motioned with his hand. The man was larger than life and beautiful really, but right now he was annoying her.
“I live in the neighborhood, I was worried.”
He smirked, white teeth showing against his tan skin. “But you don’t live in this house do you? Give me the phone,” he said again.
“It’s my property.”
“And you are trespassing. Do you know how much I’d love to call the cops on you and then take your picture as you come out of jail?”
Her eyes widened. “You wouldn’t. The door was unlocked.”
“Try me. Anyway, just because it was unlocked doesn’t mean you should be coming in here uninvited.”
Sighing, she handed over the phone to him. “I could give you a tip about the Vojnik,” she smiled seductively.
“I’m listening,” he muttered as he ran back through the pictures that she had taken.
Putting her hand on her hip, she stuck it out and focused on him. When she noticed that his eyes were on her, she pushed her chest out slightly. “I heard they’re planning to intercept your drug shipment next week.”
He laughed. “You’re cute, but if you wanna seduce me, you’re gonna have to do a little more than stick your tits out. About the other thing, which shipment?”
That pissed her off. She was cute. People told her she was cute all the time, yet he acted like she was begging him to throw her on the ground and take her. His question confused her as well. “There’s more than one shipment? How many of these do you guys do every week?” she asked, her brain working overtime.
He shrugged, the leather he wore over his shoulders creaking with the movement. “I dunno, Ms. Rager. You tell me. How many are there in any given week?”
It was then she realized he was playing her. Taking the information she was giving but not giving her anything in return. Heat reddened her cheeks, and she held her hand out for her phone.
“You got what you wanted, give me my phone back.”
He pressed a few buttons and smiled at her before placing it back in the palm of her hand. “I like you, so I’m gonna be nice. You’re stickin’ your nose into things you don’t understand here. Your curiosity is goin’ to get someone killed. Do you want someone’s blood on your hands? Because it’s goin’ to be there if you don’t back off. Don’t make me warn you again. Next time I won’t be so nice.”
Turning her around by the shoulders, he pushed her out of the front door and locked it as she stumbled out onto the front porch. He knew without a doubt that she would be back, but he hoped that next time she was a little bit smarter.
Fuming, Meredith made her way back down to her duplex.
“Ugh. That man.”
Grabbing her phone out of her pocket, she tried to make a phone call only for it to tell her that her passcode was incorrect. Again she tried, knowing that she had input the correct one. Realization dawned after the fourth try. Seething, she marched back over to the house and beat on the door until it opened.
“Can I help you?” he asked, laughing as he saw the look on her face.
“Change it back.”
“I’m not sure I know what you mean?”
“You, Tyler Blackfoot, are a bastard. Change my damn passcode back. You’ve put me in my place, and I get it.”
He grabbed the phone from her hand and did as she asked. “Games aren’t that fun to play are they? Remember that when dealing with the club, Ms. Rager.”
“Damnit.” Liam shouted as he threw his phone down on the bed that they had just made up with fresh sheets for Mandy at his house.
“What?” Denise asked, looking up at him in alarm.
His heart ached as he looked at her. It had been a long twenty-four hours, and it showed on her face. A large bruise marred her cheekbone,
It belonged to Tyler Blackfoot. He wasn’t supposed to be here, there were no bikes outside. She turned around, hand on her hip. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same question. Give me the phone,” he motioned with his hand. The man was larger than life and beautiful really, but right now he was annoying her.
“I live in the neighborhood, I was worried.”
He smirked, white teeth showing against his tan skin. “But you don’t live in this house do you? Give me the phone,” he said again.
“It’s my property.”
“And you are trespassing. Do you know how much I’d love to call the cops on you and then take your picture as you come out of jail?”
Her eyes widened. “You wouldn’t. The door was unlocked.”
“Try me. Anyway, just because it was unlocked doesn’t mean you should be coming in here uninvited.”
Sighing, she handed over the phone to him. “I could give you a tip about the Vojnik,” she smiled seductively.
“I’m listening,” he muttered as he ran back through the pictures that she had taken.
Putting her hand on her hip, she stuck it out and focused on him. When she noticed that his eyes were on her, she pushed her chest out slightly. “I heard they’re planning to intercept your drug shipment next week.”
He laughed. “You’re cute, but if you wanna seduce me, you’re gonna have to do a little more than stick your tits out. About the other thing, which shipment?”
That pissed her off. She was cute. People told her she was cute all the time, yet he acted like she was begging him to throw her on the ground and take her. His question confused her as well. “There’s more than one shipment? How many of these do you guys do every week?” she asked, her brain working overtime.
He shrugged, the leather he wore over his shoulders creaking with the movement. “I dunno, Ms. Rager. You tell me. How many are there in any given week?”
It was then she realized he was playing her. Taking the information she was giving but not giving her anything in return. Heat reddened her cheeks, and she held her hand out for her phone.
“You got what you wanted, give me my phone back.”
He pressed a few buttons and smiled at her before placing it back in the palm of her hand. “I like you, so I’m gonna be nice. You’re stickin’ your nose into things you don’t understand here. Your curiosity is goin’ to get someone killed. Do you want someone’s blood on your hands? Because it’s goin’ to be there if you don’t back off. Don’t make me warn you again. Next time I won’t be so nice.”
Turning her around by the shoulders, he pushed her out of the front door and locked it as she stumbled out onto the front porch. He knew without a doubt that she would be back, but he hoped that next time she was a little bit smarter.
Fuming, Meredith made her way back down to her duplex.
“Ugh. That man.”
Grabbing her phone out of her pocket, she tried to make a phone call only for it to tell her that her passcode was incorrect. Again she tried, knowing that she had input the correct one. Realization dawned after the fourth try. Seething, she marched back over to the house and beat on the door until it opened.
“Can I help you?” he asked, laughing as he saw the look on her face.
“Change it back.”
“I’m not sure I know what you mean?”
“You, Tyler Blackfoot, are a bastard. Change my damn passcode back. You’ve put me in my place, and I get it.”
He grabbed the phone from her hand and did as she asked. “Games aren’t that fun to play are they? Remember that when dealing with the club, Ms. Rager.”
“Damnit.” Liam shouted as he threw his phone down on the bed that they had just made up with fresh sheets for Mandy at his house.
“What?” Denise asked, looking up at him in alarm.
His heart ached as he looked at her. It had been a long twenty-four hours, and it showed on her face. A large bruise marred her cheekbone,
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