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I grabbed the door, gently touching her left hand. She hurried to rip her hand away.

“Hey, easy,” I said. “I’m not going to bite you, babe. Unless you like that. In that case, I’m f*cking starving.”

She stiffened and swallowed hard. “I came here for one reason.”

“My room’s in the back of the clubhouse,” I said with a grin. “You can scream as loud as you want and the only thing that’ll hear you is a bunch of ripped up and burned out motorcycles.”

She licked her lips as her cheeks flushed. “No. Stop. You can’t talk to me like that.”

“I can talk to anyone anyway I want. There’s not a law against it. Or maybe there is. Either way, I don’t give a f*ck.”

“My dad is a cop,” she blurted out.

“Aw, that’s cute,” I said. I reached with my left hand and touched her cheek. My cock pulsed, hitting the f*cking door of the car. If it had been quiet enough without the racket of tools behind me, Belle would have heard the thump sound. Goddamn, her skin was so soft and smooth. So pure.

“I’m not lying,” Belle said.

“I don’t care,” I said.

“Chief Richards. Know him?”

“I’ve seen him around town,” I said.

She was taking the bait before I was casting my reel. She was going to eat up my fat worm…

“Then leave me alone,” Belle said. “Or I’ll…”

“Tell your daddy?” I asked. “What are we, in second grade, babe? Come on. What are you really doing here?”

“Right. Fine. I’m here to say thanks for last night. What you did to that guy. It was a weird night for me. You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know,” I said. “But I saw how uncomfortable you were. I don’t tolerate that shit, Belle.”

“Right. Well, thanks.”

Belle grabbed her car door but I wouldn’t let go that easily. She tugged and then let out a sigh.

“What?” she asked.

“That’s it? That’s all you wanted?”

“Fine. My father thinks you beat up that guy. So please be careful, Slam. I have no idea why you really did that or why you were in the restaurant. But be careful.”

I felt like someone punched me in the chest. I ended up letting the door go and Belle got into the car and slammed the door. She looked at me, and it was like death got me right then. Those blue eyes looking up at me. She was eye level with my dick. I couldn’t help but imagine those lips…

“You want the truth?” I asked.

“Something tells me you’re not the truth telling kind of guy.”

“I was there last night to see you. Okay? I was going to talk to you and ask you to hang out with me. I could tell something is hanging over you pretty bad. Maybe it’s your old man. The daughter of a cop… that’s got to be a tough life. But I saw that guy smack your ass. I was jealous. I wanted to smack your ass, babe. You were mine, remember? So I did what I do best. I taught that guy a lesson.”

Now it was my turn to back away. I took three steps back and waited for Belle to seal her fate. She gripped the steering wheel tight. The innocence was pouring off her as much as the need to experience something wild.

Slam… she’s a project. Part of a plan. A purpose. Fuck that *, get her pregnant, move on.

I cleared my head of all thoughts.

Belle then looked at me. “I’m due for an oil change.”

I smiled. I stepped forward and reached into the car. I peeled the sticker off her windshield and then opened the door. I offered my hand and Belle took it. The second our hands touched, I squeezed and found myself pulling at her. I brought her dangerously close to me. My inner beast wanted her right there. Right on the f*cking hot pavement.

My thumb grazed along her wrist as we stared at each other.

Something happened right then. Something I didn’t expect.

I was going to destroy this beautiful woman.

But the thing was… her eyes told me she was already destroyed.

Shit, did I just find someone as broken as me?





Belle took her hand away and I looked back to the garage. “Stay here, babe. Let me get one of my guys to help you.”

I jogged to one of the open bays and grabbed a young guy name Nick.

“What are you working on?”

“Got a…”

“You’re done for now,” I said. “The car behind me. It needs an oil change.”

“That thing looks like a piece of shit.”

“Hey,” I growled. “Give me lip again, kid, and I’ll knock your jaw off with a wrench. I’m not asking, I’m ordering. You’re going to take that car and change the oil.”

Nick nodded. “Okay. Sorry. Give me about fifteen minutes.”

“No. Slow. Find something wrong.”

“Find something…”

“You heard me,” I said. “Come out in five minutes and tell me that something’s wrong. It’ll take a few hours. That she was lucky she came in when she did. Got that?”

“Is she paying for this?”

“You ask too many questions,” I said. “Asking questions gets you answers and you might get an answer that comes with responsibility you can’t handle. Understand?”