Dark Temptation (Dark Saints MC Book 2)(10)

I steeled myself. I would get drinks, and instead of kissing, we’d talk. I pushed away the feelings that were bubbling up. I took a deep breath.

This was going to be fine. I was fine. I told myself that during my entire ride back to the hotel room I had rented for the month in Port Az.

I was fine.

But I wasn’t even in the neighborhood of fine.

Benz had thrown me completely off kilter. And worse. I was disappointed that the kiss ended where it did.

No. I wasn’t fine at all.





6





Benz



For the first time since I could remember, I didn’t want to go on club business. I wanted to stay right there and kiss Jen Guffy. I wanted to put her over the hood of that car of hers and see what was under that fucking dress.

But duty called.

Kade had said on the phone, “I need your eyes on this.”

Bodies in Port Az had a way of disappearing. The Saints knew how to be sure of that. I know how to be sure.

Kade had given me the address and Kade had called the cops.

The red and blue lights were lighting up the darkening evening sky and police tape blocked off part of the ally way.

“You found it?” I asked Kade. We both hung back on our bikes as we watched the police do their work. They took photos. They took measurements and eventually two yellow bags were filled.

“What’s your take?” I asked Kade.

“Low-level drug deal gone high level bad.” Kade said.

“What did you find?”

“Two dudes in that car, both shot in the head.”

“Did you get a good look before you called?”

“Sure did. They’re both addicts it looks like to me. They were here to buy, but they probably didn’t have the cash. So they got shot for it.”

“Bear is not going to like this.”

“No, no he’s not.”

We spent the next hour making sure the club knew what was going down.

“Cops know you’re not involved, I’m assuming,” Bear said. It really wasn’t a question.

“Yep.”

“Okay, I’ll work on this on my end,” Bear told us.

We were right. There was heroin in Port Az and it was going to get uglier quicker than we predicted.

“Bear’s going to have to do something,” Kade said and we both knew that was true.

“Yeah, but for now, we wait.”

“Right.”

“There’s going to be more shit like this.”

A double murder near the tourist area of Port Az wasn’t good for anyone’s business. Not the town’s, not the cops, and not The Saints.

“Fuck,” Kade said under his breath.

“My thoughts exactly.”

But there was nothing more we could do that night. Bear would let us know what came next and what part we would need to play in it.

“Headed to the club?” Kade asked me. I normally would. But there was some major unfinished business with a librarian that had been interrupted.

“Not tonight.”

Kade smiled. I’m sure he figured I was out to find a Saints groupie to bang. That was easy to do. They hung at the clubhouse and it was an easy end to any night.

“Have fun with whatever, brother.” He drove off and I picked up my cell. There was her number.

I wanted to finish what we started that night. The memory of the feel of her body on mine was distracting me. It was making me crazy. I needed to get it out of my system.

I texted her to meet me outside of Cups, the big sports bar by the water. I was sure as shit not going in there, but it was an easy place for her to find. And it was safe.

After what I’d just seen, I didn’t want her anywhere alone. I was already thinking about how to keep her safe? This was a complication in my life at a very bad time.

My history with women didn’t resemble what I was trying with this librarian. At all. I didn’t have conversations; I didn’t give a shit if they had a job. I didn’t give a shit, period!

I had an old lady for a time, a few years ago. But I wasn’t in the mood to get married and she wasn’t in the mood to share. It didn’t end well.

This little librarian was perfect. She’d already told me she was only in town a few weeks. It was pretty clear that whatever it was we had was hot. A few weeks of this and we’d burn out. She’d head back to Austin.

This was not the type of woman who would want to stick around my life.

And that was exactly what I wanted too.

I waited for her. Longer than I’d waited for a woman in my life. I looked at my phone.

Two hours had passed since I’d texted her to meet me.

And she didn’t show.

Well, it appeared the librarian had second thoughts.

That was smart.





7





Jen



I was chickening out. There were no two ways about it. I had hooked Benz. I had a way into The Dark Saints, but when push came to shove, I was afraid.

When I saw his text, I was paralyzed. If I met him tonight for a drink, that would be the end of me. I felt it. I knew myself enough to know that I’d gone completely out of control when he kissed me.

And I needed to find that control again.