Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
“You have an answer for everything, don’t you?”
“No, I don’t know who is in the box back at your shop and why it ended up at your shop. Now, if you have some idea, please feel free to share. Based on your reaction, I don’t think you know much. But, I’ll have that sorted by the end of the day.”
Very awkwardly, I climb off his motorcycle. Thinking he is going to get off too, I wait while taking off the helmet. Handing it to him, I again expect him to get off the bike.
He doesn’t.
Instead, he grabs one of the belt loops on my jeans and pulls me to him. My breasts rub against his shoulder and I feel my core vibrate. It has been too long, is my first thought. I shouldn’t be turned on right now, much less by a biker I don’t know. Reaching around me, he grabs my phone from my back pocket. He holds it to my face to unlock the screen, taps away, and hands it back all while I can’t seem to get my thoughts together.
What is it about this man that leaves me speechless? He’s not that wonderful, right?
“Number is in your phone. You need anything you call or text, it will be here in thirty minutes. I got cameras all around the outside of the house and sensors but no cameras in the house, so you have privacy. No one will come inside that house, if anyone does, there is a nine mil in the top draw of the buffet by the front door. It’s loaded, no safety, and one in the chamber already. You shoot first and ask questions later, got me?”
“What if you come over? It’s your house.”
“I won’t be inside. I’ll touch base when I have more information. I come here, we talk on the porch. You need something, you have my number. Your location has been turned off and locked off. No one can attempt to search it. I don’t know you, so I’m not gonna tell you who to talk to, but wise up we don’t know shit about shit right now. Therefore everyone is the enemy until we clear that they aren’t.”
With my phone gently back in my hands, he gives my ass a pat and points to the front door.
I don’t know what to say. Stupidly, I walk to the door. What else am I supposed to do. Just like he said, I put in the code and the door opened. As soon as I cross the threshold, I head the rumble of his bike as I turn around to see him pulling off. When I shut the door behind me, I look through the peephole, his bike is to me as he raises a hand in the air pressing a button fob of some sort. Instantly I hear the alarm system speak.
SYSTEM ENGAGED. STAY MODE ACTIVE.
Well, he has everything under control while I have lost my damn mind.
With my back to the front door, I slide down it until my ass hits the floor. Dropping my head in my hands I let the tears fall.
CHAPTER 4
Rogue
At the end of the driveway, I pause to inhale. Why I brought her here I don’t know. It seemed like a good idea in the moment. Being here, though, it pulls at too many things inside me.
I never bring anyone home. Yet, hearing her scream, watching her process shock, everything inside of me said get her out and to safety. There is no place safer than here, especially for her.
While I find the woman attractive, I haven’t interacted with her enough for anyone to put two and two together that she’s with me. Outside of my weekly order she has her world and I have mine. There is no reason for anyone to come looking for her at my house. Unless they are watching her shop, then it is obvious since I broke the damn door in to get to her. If they follow us, it will be a suicide mission on their end. I promise I’ll be the one putting heads in boxes if they decide to come here.
Who sent her the dead man’s head? Who is the dead man? I have plenty of questions and zero answers. As soon as she opened her shop here in town, Havoc wanting to know everything, had a brother run a check. One thing about our President, he’s thorough. Attention to detail and knowledge is power are key things to the man. Every new person that falls on his radar, he is researching. Down to his core Havoc is about learning anything and everything about everyone around him.
Michele Leigh Cramer, twenty-eight years old. She’s from New Jersey. Never been married, no kids, and based on what could be sorted, she doesn’t even have a boyfriend. No siblings, parents died when she was a kid, grandparents stepped up and raised her until they died seven years ago. She calls home to chat with one cousin and that is it. Compared to everyone I know, Michele Cramer is the most tame and boring single woman around. Her life is a bubble and she has zero desired to get out of it.