OUTLAW KING(43)

Uncle Jakey punched the table and turned away.

The table was silent.

The truth was a real bitch sometimes.

“So what do we do now?” I asked.

“That’s up to you,” Uncle Jakey said. “I’m going to let you make this call, King. You wanted the truth, you got it. You wanted to get your revenge, you got it. You wanted to do time in prison, you did it. What else?”

Now it was my turn to stand up. Challenging the man who swung the gavel wasn’t smart, but he owed me one. Christ, he had been part of the reason my brother was dead.

“I didn’t want to spend my life in prison,” I said. “Or end up dead. I was doing what I was taught from this goddamn club. About loyalty and honor.”

“Okay,” Knox cut in. “Who the hell is Anderson?”

All eyes went back to Uncle Jakey. “I’ve got all I need on him.”

“Meaning what?” I asked.

Uncle Jakey stepped to the table. He reached back and took out a gun. He put it on the table.

“We’re going to make things right.”





31


(Lindsey) *THEN*

KING SLID out from under my car. He looked so deadly sexy with his t-shirt all messy with grease. He sat up and grabbed at his knees.

“You’re fine,” he said. “My guess? Just the a/c dripping water.”

“It does that?” I asked.

King grinned. “Yes, sweetie. When you’re running it for long periods, you’ll find a small puddle under the car. It’s not gas because the gas tank is way down there. And it’s not oil. Or anti-freeze. Or brake fluid. Trust me.”

“I do,” I said. “Thank you.”

“Come here,” King said.

I gingerly crouched down to face him. It had been months since I’d seen him. After his brother’s funeral we spent some time together but it came to an end, like it always did. I had to head back to college and King was buried deep in the Reap.

I came back to visit Aunt Jane and I noticed a puddle under my car. I freaked out and thought something was wrong. I had a two hour drive to college and the last thing I needed was to be broken down and stranded on the side of the road.

Aunt Jane suggested I call King.

Of course she would suggest that.

To my shock, the second I called King he told me come right to the garage.

So there I was, crouching down, facing King.

We both smiled.

No matter how much time went by, the second we got back together it was like seconds had passed by.

“How’s school?” he asked.

“It’s school,” I said. “How’s your career?”

“Busy,” he said. “I normally don’t get all greasy and messy. But a few guys called off this week so I’ve been in the garage during the day and an outlaw at night.”

“An outlaw,” I said. “I hope you’re staying safe.”

“Oh, I always wear a condom.”

“Ew,” I said and smacked his shoulder.

“What? You think I’m saving myself for you, sweetie?”

“I hope not. I know I’m not saving myself for you.”

King clutched his chest. “Oh. That was hard. Damn.”

I winked. “You started it.”

“Yeah? Well maybe I can finish it.”

King touched my face. A second later we were kissing. I couldn’t control myself around him. As sad as it was, it took me a few seconds into kissing him to figure out if I had a boyfriend back at college. Luckily at that time I was still single.

So we kissed.

King broke the kiss a few seconds later. “Hold on a second, sweetie. Let me wash up a little here.”

I stood up and fixed my shirt. I licked my lips and tasted King. Between my legs I was a mess. At least we were in the open though. If we were in a bedroom…

King walked to a sink and washed his hands. He then walked back to me holding a towel, drying his hands off.

“That’s better,” he said. “I’d rather get you messy in other ways, sweetie.”

A second later he grabbed me by the waist and put me on the hood of my car.

I let out a cry when his lips touched my neck and kissed right back up to my mouth. I matched him kiss for kiss, making up for every day that had gone by since we last had the chance to kiss.

I felt his right hand slip up my shirt and over my left breast.

“Tell me,” King whispered with our lips touching. “How many guys have you been with?”

“Why?” I asked. “You jealous?”

“Maybe I am. I don’t want anyone having this * but me. It’s all mine.”

“Then do something about it,” I said.

“Give me a number,” King growled.

“Not a chance. I don’t kiss and tell.”

King gritted his teeth. “Don’t f*ck with me, sweetie.”

“Oh, I’m f*cking with you, King. What are you going to do?”

I loved tempting him. I loved flirting with him.

But I forgot who he was.

He was f*cking King.

King turned and grabbed a chain. He pulled it, closing the door of the garage bay. He then walked to a side door and shut that.