Page 5 of Tracking Luxe

Tinder for kidnappers.Yeah, right.He’d get Lawless working on that app.

Swallowing the urge, he kept his stare on her. “You’re under the impression, little thief, that you have a say in what happens.” She didn’t like her nickname, Grinder swallowed his grin.

The fact that she kept up a steady pace of Spanish insults while he stood over her uncapping a bottle of soda amused him, some about his parentage and what he did with zoo animals, if his translation were right. Funny and inventive, he didn’t even think it was possible to do that with a giraffe. Like how would he even reach? She was like a fourth of July firework that had gone rogue from the formation and was firing at will.

“Here, drink, before that mouth gets you into more trouble,” he told her.

The muscles in his belly tightened when their fingers brushed handing her the bottle. Just a second’s touch and he felt the spark jolt through him.

Still there.

Still fucking there.

But that chemistry wasn’t about why he was here, why he had taken her from that Apollo Kingsmen MC party, why he’d bundled her prone body laying her carefully on the back seat of his truck or why he’d carried her struggling and hissing self to her motel room and situated her on the bed.

His dick might like the woman, might want to dig in to see if their sex was anything like what he’d been imagining this past year when his temper was high and he thought about her furiously.

She had something of his and he’d get it back.

He hadn’t misread the signs a year ago, the dirty rotten thief had been feeling him in the same damn carnal way.

But it wasn’t about that. Not now. He just wanted rid of her from his system for good.

As he grasped her chin between forefinger and thumb her body tensed.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he told her gruffly.

“Says the homicidal lunatic sharpening his axe,” she spat back, eyes so dark and deep blazing at him.

Annoyance flared on his face, quickly drowned out by her facial expression shutting down, she calmly used her fingers to move his from her chin before she took a large gulp of soda.

“If I’d wanted to hurt you I would have done it already. I could have done it yesterday, or six hours ago when I watched you stroll into the Kings, or when you were buying tampons and gum at the market.” He didn’t mention her flirting with JamiefuckingSteele. That had been the nail in the coffin, up until that point he only intended his spying to be recon. Then she’d given Steele a smile, one that lit up her face and Grinder had felt something snap in his brain, the next thing he knew he’d been behind her when she’d taken a minute outside, despite the MC being packed, anyone could have seen him grab and palm her mouth, he could have easily been wearing bullets in his chest and still the risk hadn’t stopped him for a second.

“Homicidal and a stalker. Nice, you should put that on your dating profile. Swipe right for lunatics.”

Whatever she meant to convey, the hard, tight-lipped expression only made her lips pucker and for a second he thought about kissing, she looked even younger than the twenty-seven he knew her to be.

He knew everything important, her date of birth, place of residence, even her weight and blood type because he’d made it his business to know every goddamn detail about the thief.

No stone was left unturned in his pursuit and here she was. Perhaps not in the way he’d originally planned, blame this shit on his impulsive nature.

Fuck him, he’d abducted a woman. He could just picture his cell mate.

CHAPTER TWO

“I realized as I looked at her, there’s no coming back from this. She’s lost to me.” - Grinder

“Do you make a habit of this?”

Grinder could have questioned what ‘this’ she meant but it was glaringly obvious. The sigh rattled through his chest wall.

“No. You’re my first.” He rasped evenly, not feeling any of the calm his voice portrayed.

"Please take this in the absolute way it was intended, but you're a bit of an asshole."

“Noted,” crossing the room he dropped down into the chair, resting one leg on his knee, he left both arms hanging there on his leg while he watched her decide what she was going to do. Didn’t take Lawless’ number of degrees to see she was eyeing the door, wondering if she could beat him there. He could advise her not to, that he’d easily catch her before she could wrap a hand around the door knob and unlock it. But Grinder waited.

Let her come to that conclusion herself.