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Story: Devil's Lair
Guilt eats at me everyday that I didn’t come with her.
I swallowed down the lump at my throat and got out of the car.
“Excuse me, have you seen her?” As I passed out flyer after flyer, people just shook their heads. Some had eyes full of pity while others barely gave my sister’s face a glance.
It was hot. The back of my simple cotton T-shirt clung to my skin.
I was losing hope and time.
I bit my lip trying not to cry.
When I looked up. I saw him.
A giant man wearing black jeans, huge worker boots. The kind with a steel toe. I only know this because my father was a construction foreman and he used to come home with mud-splattered ones that drove my mother crazy after they tracked mud into her kitchen.
This man’s eyes were hidden behind reflected aviator lenses.
I remembered thinking it strange that a man dressed like him would wear designer shades.
His biceps were the size of both my thighs pressed together. Swallowing hard, I lifted my chin and approached.
“Excuse me...,” He brushed right past me in his quest to enter the convenience store. My hand reached out to stop him by landing on his arm.
Whoa. The electrical currents running between us from that one touch Gobsmacked me. I removed my hand as if his arm was on fire.
My throat constricted.
“No, I haven’t seen her,” her replied gruffly. My shoulders dropped. He might not have spared me ore then a glance but at east he looked at Rose’s flyer.
I guess the burn only went one way. Tingles ran from my palm up my arm. Goosebumps broke out all over my body, I shifted uncomfortably as my eyes watched his retreating back. My nipples hardened painfully. I bit y lip.
I was in a dangerous place and he was a dangerous man. The kind a school teacher like me whose kissed her own pillow more times than a breathing man should avoid at all costs.
I hurried over to my hot car, started the engine and raced back to my hotel.
I needed to cool down and I needed a better plan to fine Rose. Standing out in parking lots handing out flyers wasn’t going t bring her home.
Tears fell.
I’d need a miracle to find Rose. And God and I both knew it.
CHAPTER 3
BANE
There were onlya few places out here where the slip of a girl could be staying and I’d bet she was unaware of what was really going on here. She probably booked a room at the same motel her sister was last seen.
“Bingo,” I gloated as my SUV pulled into the lot where her rental sat. I opened up the storage box between the seats and took out a tracker. Being an Enforcer of an MC made me knowledgable in all kinds of shit.
The tracker was affixed to the rental in under thirty-seconds. I backed the SUV up under an old tree across the lot, rolled down a window and chain smoked until she came out of her room for dinner.
I didn’t need to tail her car when the GPS tracker showed me she was at the diner off the Interstate. The bad news was close by was the Bar my MC frequented and a girl like her was fresh fruit in a forbidden place.
I’d have to call dibs and let my men know she was under my protection or she could end up with a similar fate as her sister.
“Bane? Sup?” Ezra, our VP answered my call immediately.
“The sister of the girl the Cartel took, just showed up.”
I swallowed down the lump at my throat and got out of the car.
“Excuse me, have you seen her?” As I passed out flyer after flyer, people just shook their heads. Some had eyes full of pity while others barely gave my sister’s face a glance.
It was hot. The back of my simple cotton T-shirt clung to my skin.
I was losing hope and time.
I bit my lip trying not to cry.
When I looked up. I saw him.
A giant man wearing black jeans, huge worker boots. The kind with a steel toe. I only know this because my father was a construction foreman and he used to come home with mud-splattered ones that drove my mother crazy after they tracked mud into her kitchen.
This man’s eyes were hidden behind reflected aviator lenses.
I remembered thinking it strange that a man dressed like him would wear designer shades.
His biceps were the size of both my thighs pressed together. Swallowing hard, I lifted my chin and approached.
“Excuse me...,” He brushed right past me in his quest to enter the convenience store. My hand reached out to stop him by landing on his arm.
Whoa. The electrical currents running between us from that one touch Gobsmacked me. I removed my hand as if his arm was on fire.
My throat constricted.
“No, I haven’t seen her,” her replied gruffly. My shoulders dropped. He might not have spared me ore then a glance but at east he looked at Rose’s flyer.
I guess the burn only went one way. Tingles ran from my palm up my arm. Goosebumps broke out all over my body, I shifted uncomfortably as my eyes watched his retreating back. My nipples hardened painfully. I bit y lip.
I was in a dangerous place and he was a dangerous man. The kind a school teacher like me whose kissed her own pillow more times than a breathing man should avoid at all costs.
I hurried over to my hot car, started the engine and raced back to my hotel.
I needed to cool down and I needed a better plan to fine Rose. Standing out in parking lots handing out flyers wasn’t going t bring her home.
Tears fell.
I’d need a miracle to find Rose. And God and I both knew it.
CHAPTER 3
BANE
There were onlya few places out here where the slip of a girl could be staying and I’d bet she was unaware of what was really going on here. She probably booked a room at the same motel her sister was last seen.
“Bingo,” I gloated as my SUV pulled into the lot where her rental sat. I opened up the storage box between the seats and took out a tracker. Being an Enforcer of an MC made me knowledgable in all kinds of shit.
The tracker was affixed to the rental in under thirty-seconds. I backed the SUV up under an old tree across the lot, rolled down a window and chain smoked until she came out of her room for dinner.
I didn’t need to tail her car when the GPS tracker showed me she was at the diner off the Interstate. The bad news was close by was the Bar my MC frequented and a girl like her was fresh fruit in a forbidden place.
I’d have to call dibs and let my men know she was under my protection or she could end up with a similar fate as her sister.
“Bane? Sup?” Ezra, our VP answered my call immediately.
“The sister of the girl the Cartel took, just showed up.”