Page 11 of Twist’s Raven (31 Days of Trick or Treat: Biker & Mobster #6)

Chapter Nine

T wist followed Raven out into the hallway from his Time Out cell.

Who knew that when he wanted to get to know the gorgeous blonde he’d rescued on the side of the road, he’d end up locked in a cell.

She had tight jeans highlighting her trim curves.

Even with him being deemed not a threat, he could still see her checking out the area they entered for threats.

He followed her into a room with a wall of screens that were currently dark. Another wall was a huge corkboard with pictures tacked to it and strings connecting different pictures. Notes were by each picture mixed with notes along the lines.

“This is one of the main control rooms. When I said we solve sticky problems, I was making light of what we do. Six friends and I grew up together in Honey Creek. We dubbed ourselves the Honey Creek Girls and kept in close touch even though we ended up all over the world. I was in the Army. Charity, who was Mace and Axel’s sister, and Lane, who was a member’s husband, were killed because they’d tried a man accused of multiple rapes and murders in two states besides Nebraska, who was also suspected of human trafficking, drug running, etc.

You name it, he was accused of it. He got off on a technicality with the rape kits.

He, or someone he paid, killed Charity and Lane.

I won’t go into how horrible it was. You can look it up online, but it changed all of us.

“And when Mace, who was a Special Agent for the FBI, along with Izzy, known as Quicksilver, who also worked for the FBI, were stonewalled when they tried to investigate, Mace created a plan. We all left our jobs and decided to get the justice that Charity’s and Lane’s deaths deserve.

The men who were grabbing me are small fish in the pond of the big fish we’re looking for,” Raven said.

Twist stared at the room with all the pictures and ties to different people. He’d guessed she knew the women killed but had no idea the MC was built on avenging the loss of their friends. He admired the strength and grit he was seeing in Raven. She was a multi-faceted woman .

“It’s a lot to take in, but I admire all of you for choosing this path. You mentioned food, and I skipped breakfast because I was excited to possibly track you down. How about I take you up on lunch?” Twist said, hiding a smile at the look of surprise on Raven’s face.

She nodded and led him down the hall toward a set of stairs. Before she started up them, he decided he needed to make a move.

He grasped her arm, turning her toward him.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss those lips since I first saw you glaring up at me in that wedding dress,” Twist said.

Raven smirked. “I thought I hid my irritation pretty quickly.”

“Oh, you did, but for a second, I could tell I had made you mad. I think you owe me a kiss for being thrown in the Time Out room,” Twist said, waiting with bated breath for Raven’s answer.

Something about this woman had him wanting not only to kiss her but to know her deepest thoughts. The fact she was a member of an MC that worked against human trafficking just made her that much more attractive to him.

She stared into his eyes, and he saw the instant she decided to give in. Her lips came closer, bringing the sweet scent that had been wrapped around him on their ride. He wasn’t sure if it was lotion or what, but he wanted more.

Her lush lips touched his before her tongue demanded entry.

He allowed her to take control because, on some level, he knew she needed it.

He slid his hand holding her arm down around her waist to pull her close.

Raven was tall, and Twist loved that she was the perfect height for him.

For a moment, he let himself forget where they were until catcalls from down the hall had Raven pulling back.

“I don’t think this is what usually happens in the Time Out area,” Buzzard called.

Twist grinned at the scowling face Raven was aiming toward Buzzard.

Snipe had threatened Twist with a burial on the property by him and Buzzard if he hurt Raven.

Twist didn’t need the warning because he didn’t want to hurt her.

He needed to get to know her better because the kiss he’d just shared with Raven had made him feel more than any sexual situation he’d ever had.

“Don’t you have work to do?” Raven said.

Buzzard ignored Raven and went back into the room he’d come from .

“Shall we?” Twist asked. Maybe by the time they got over to the diner, his dick would have gone down enough to not be noticeable. One kiss had lit a fire in him. He wasn’t sure having her once would be enough. Something about Raven was different for him.

Twist chuckled as he finished his hamburger.

He and Raven had chatted about everything.

She’d asked about his storm chasing, and they’d laughed over his last video.

When she told him that his passenger who had threatened him was on the property, he’d grinned and asked her to give him a warning if she saw Stinger approaching .

At first, she’d asked more questions than she answered. The longer they talked, the more she opened up.

She was a “ bike-riding, Lego-loving, defender of the helpless” woman who had depth.

They’d chatted for two hours while they ate, and Twist couldn’t wait to hear more about her.

He shared about his time in the military.

Raven had shared how Buzzard and Snipe had been her best friends, but her tone had been off.

Women weren’t always treated well in the military, and Twist had to wonder if there was something she wasn’t saying.

He was also enjoying how so many people from her MC had dropped by their table even though the diner was across the street from their property and seemed to be owned by one of the townspeople.

So far, he’d met Gracelynn, whose club name was Daydream, and was the one who had named their cells the Time Out rooms. Quicksilver was the former FBI agent, and Baylee, known as Fury, had been with the ATF.

The women had given him the third degree with their questions.

He hoped with all the names and club names he could keep them straight.

They’d all had questions for him about storm chasing, too. He’d let them know his vehicle was being delivered by some friends because Nebraska was looking like it would be a center for some major storms leading up to and including Halloween.

At some point, he was going to need to let Booker know what had happened.

He wasn’t going to keep stuff from him, but he also wasn’t going to share everything if the Honey Creek Badgers MC didn’t approve.

For the first time, he felt torn, but he was a nomad, which meant he had a little more latitude.

Although Booker was his friend, he wasn’t Twist’s President or anything.

“So what are we doing?” Snipe asked as he and Buzzard dropped into the booth, pushing Twist and Raven farther in.

“Well, we were having lunch and chatting. I’m not sure what you two were doing,” Raven muttered, glaring at the guys.

Their waitress, Gladys, was immediately there.

“What can I get you boys? Anything happening I should know about?”

Twist hid a smile. During their talk, Raven had told him one of the waitresses in the café was the kindest woman but also the biggest gossip.

“No thank you, Gladys. Nothing big besides Twist showing up because of bad weather rolling in later this week,” Buzzard said.

“Oh, I hope it doesn’t ruin our Halloween carnival and parade. The kids look forward to that,” she said, walking off.

“On that note, we’ve got some free time, and we heard something about Twist needing someone to pick up his storm chasing vehicle,” Snipe said.

“Heard or snooped on my phone? Since I’ve come here, I’ve only texted with someone about Storm Sweeper,” Twist said. He’d known they’d probably gone through his phone while they had it. If it was him, it’s what he would have done.

“Tomato, to-mah-to. Does it really matter how we found out? We’d be happy to help you get it here,” Snipe said, with a cheesy grin. Twist shuddered because Snipe trying to appear harmless was like a black widow being a cuddler.

“I appreciate the offer, but some friends from Bluff Creek’s Original Chapter are in Kansas City and have offered to bring it. I haven’t texted them back a reply, but it wouldn’t surprise me if they were already on their way,” Twist said.

“What kind of friends?” Buzzard asked.

Twist smirked at his tone. These men were very protective of Raven. “The kind that their men are the President and the Medic of the MC, and they both run Franks and Daughters Bail Bonds with their other sisters.”

The men nodded. Twist could only wonder what would happen if the women of Honey Creek Badgers MC and the Franks sisters teamed up on the quests Raven and her family participated in.