SLAM HER(22)

In that exact moment I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. I literally dangled my right foot over the edge.

I felt hands grab my waist and pull at me.

I let out a scream and thought I was going over the edge.





“What the hell are you doing, babe?”

I was spun around and I grabbed at Slam, my hands at his leather cut. My body pressed against his. I stared up at him, his eyes big, evil, yet concerned as he looked down at me.

He towered over me like no man ever.

“I… my…”

“Were you just trying to hurt yourself?” he asked.

I put my head forward for a moment and rested it against Slam’s steel like chest. I let out a long breath, trying to collect all my thoughts.

Then I moved my hands to Slam’s chest and pushed. I hurried to wiggle away from him.

“Don’t touch me,” I said.

“Are you f*cking kidding me?” he asked.

I made it two steps before Slam grabbed my arm and pulled at me. “What the f*ck was that about?”

Anger rose up in me and I looked at Slam. “Nothing.”

“Bullshit. Nothing? Don’t lie to me, Belle.”

“What does it matter to you? We’re not friends. We’re nothing. Leave me alone.”

Slam let my arm go and I walked back to the picnic table. I tried to secretly wipe my eyes but there was no hiding it. Of course, right then, my f*cking cell phone beeped. I took it out and saw it was Kyle, again. I threw the phone to the table and shook my head.

“Does it have something to do with your phone going crazy every ten minutes?” Slam asked.

I looked over my shoulder at him. “What?”

“You keep getting texts. Like crazy. What’s going on? Are you in trouble, babe?”

“Again, stop trying to be something to me,” I said. “I should have never gotten on the back of your motorcycle, Slam. I shouldn’t have come to your garage to apologize.”

Slam didn’t give up. He stepped toward me, his front inches from my back. Shit, the heat even with a little distance was intense.

“But you did come,” he said. “For whatever reason, you did. That’s why I offered you this ride, babe. Whatever you got going on, leave it on the road. That’s why I ride. You think we’re out there looking for trouble? Not a chance, Belle. We protect this town, this entire area.”

I swallowed hard. “I need to catch my breath. Is there a bathroom in there?”

“As soon as you walk in, go to the right. If Auntie Ang comes for you, just stand there and take it. She loves hugs and she’ll kiss your cheek fifty times. Just go with it.”

I opened my mouth to say something but I couldn’t. Right then I lost my breath. Just looking back at Slam did that to me.

Instead of saying anything else I walked away.

It wasn’t until halfway through freshening up did I realize I had made a huge mistake.

I left my cell on the picnic table… right where Slam could see it.





fifteen



(slam)



THEN



I leaned against the car and enjoyed my smoke. Belle stood next to me, f*cking beautiful little thing she was. I could still hear her half-drunk voice giggling that night at the bar.

“So who did you beat up today?” she asked, probably trying to be cute.

I looked at her and grinned. “No fighting.” I opened my leather cut and showed her my gun. Then I winked.

I swore she was going to pass out right there.

Yeah, we had been on a little bit of a run dealing with some shit. Nothing major, but someone throwing words around that shouldn’t have been said. So we had to take a ride and put our foot down. You know, into some mouths, sides of the faces, crush up some ribs. I sadly had to use my weapon, but that was not my fault.

“It’s true about you,” Belle said. “Your people.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re bad.”

“So bad,” I said. “So bad that I stopped to help you so you wouldn’t get stranded. That’s a hell of a way to say thanks.”

I stared Belle down, enjoying the little bickering between us.

“I’m going to stand somewhere else,” she said.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll be right here waiting.”

It only took Ari about half an hour to come back with what I needed. Poor guy had to drive a f*cking car because of the tools required to change the hose on Belle’s car. I had no f*cking clue why I was doing it.

A while back, before Hammer was sent to prison and killed, I sat one night pounding beers with him. He told me the MC was designed as a way to create a brotherhood. Not to be rebel outlaws but to create their own path to survive. There were always fights and always would be, but when opportunity came to show a different side, we were all to take it. That didn’t mean favors and being upstanding citizens though. Maybe helping Belle was a mistake. To me, it was just one of those opportunities.

When I finished, I turned my head and saw Belle standing there. Her arms folded under her tits, pushing them up. Her blue eyes were f*cking intense. Her blonde hair pulled back. Shit, it was about opportunity. The opportunity to bend Belle over the hood of the car and f*ck her senseless.