Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1)(30)

Kelly gives a sheepish look and turns away. Glancing over my other shoulder, Zeek is sitting down in a blue plastic chair, his eyes never leaving mine. Why didn’t he hurt me? Why did he order his men to hold off? Why does he keep saving me?

“Deputy Adams, my office!” Lieutenant Oaks hollers, making Kelly and me jump. She gives me a sympathetic look.

I glare at him before heading into his office.

“For Christ’s sake,” he mutters under his breath, clearly angry. “Have a seat, I’ll be there in a moment.” He points to a chair and slams the door.

What the hell?

Minutes later, he walks in, his face furious.

“What did I tell you? You are to stay away from them. Make sure the situation is stable and leave. You could have been killed!” he yells, scolding me like a child. I’m sure everyone can hear him parent me.

“I was doing my job. I don’t understand why the Sin City Outlaws are to be treated any different than the rest of the criminals out there.”

He laughs in mockery then sits behind his desk.

“You don’t need to. You need to follow rank, and as your commanding officer, I gave you an order. If you cannot obey it, your employment here will be terminated.” His voice is stern. My eyes widen as my mouth parts with disbelief.

“Dad, you can’t be—”

“Oh, I am. I’m doing this for your protection, Jillian. Don’t play with fire you can’t handle. And I can assure you, playing with the Sin City Outlaws… you will get more than burnt. You’ll be ashes.”

My nostrils flare with humiliation and anger, my pride and self-worth crumpled in the pit of my stomach.

“Yes, sir,” I mutter, looking down.

“That will be all.”





ZEEK


Heading outside, I find my bike with Felix leaning against it.

“That was quicker than I thought it’d be,” he sneers, standing upright.

“You know they won’t keep me. Too scared of the repercussions.”

“Right, well, why don’t you tell me why you let that f*cking bitch arrest you in the first place?” My eyes snap to his, the tone of his voice pissing me off. “The last time someone tried to arrest you, the boys and I handled that shit. None of our men have been arrested since, so why would you let her? What, you going soft, wanting to f*ck her?”

Turning slowly, I lower my head and glare with a stare that speaks volumes of violence.

“Last time I checked I’m the president. I’m the one who makes the f*cking calls.” I point at my chest angrily. “Last time I checked, who I wanted to f*ck was my own damn business, but I can assure you I’m not screwing a deputy, Felix.” Lifting a brow at him, I step back, waiting for him to reply. If he doesn’t reply correctly, I will lay his ass the f*ck out right here.

He swallows, nodding and looking off into the distance.

“I just want to make sure everything is good, brother. The last few days, you haven’t really been yourself.” He looks at me, squinting with the sun.

“I’m fine. She’s just some rookie who hasn’t gotten the memo on who the hell we are, is all.” I swing my leg over the bike, declaring the conversation over.

“That’s all I need to know.” Felix smiles then turns to get in his truck.

Blowing out a breath of anger, I sit on my bike for a moment, replaying the whole thing over. I saved her again… My attraction for her is becoming apparent. I’ve tried to hide it, tried to f*ck her out of my head, but nothing is working. All I can think about is getting her resolve to falter, so I can jump in and claim her. Hear what sounds leave her mouth when I sink my cock into her. See if she closes her eyes, or if they roll back in her head when I bring her to orgasm.

She’s not like the girls around the club. She dresses sexy, but not slutty. She’s confident, but vulnerable. All the girls I’ve known are just conceited. Most of all, she is hell-bent on hurting me, instead of pleasing me. Putting it all out there… I want what I can’t have.





SEVEN





JILLIAN


I head back to my squad car and get in. My eyes sting with the urge to cry, and my stomach feels sick. I thought I was doing the right thing, doing my job. I pushed my lust aside, going forth with what I was taught growing up. Put away the bad guys, don’t let the bad guys in your head, keep the community safe. But now, I’m questioning all of it. Slamming the car in reverse, I pull out hastily and drive. Maybe I should hunt. Hunting always gets my mind off things. ‘Hunting’ is a term we use when we just go find those who screw up right in front of us. We run random plates, waiting for someone to turn lanes without a turn signal, or someone who’s acting suspicious. Half of those small infractions have led to some of the most exciting pursuits, and the biggest busts.

Turning down the road, I spot a motorcycle and a Sin City Outlaw patch staring back at me. The long, leather whips hanging off the handlebars tells me it’s Zeek.

THEY RELEASED HIM?!

I get behind him and flip my lights on. He looks in his rearview mirror and pulls over. Skidding to a halt, I get out before my car is barely in park.

“You!” I point, anger pouring out of me. Humiliation, rage, confusion all cloud my mind.

“I told you I’d be out.” He shrugs, putting his bike on its kickstand before climbing off.