Hostage (Predators MC #3)

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normal people lived their life on cruise control, while she pushed the speed limits.
    She concentrated on their linked hands, unconsciously gripping his hands more tightly, sinking into the warmth at her back as her lids lowered. Some things in the universe were inevitable.
    Why was Jackal the only one who seemed able to shift her mind to neutral and calm the constant turmoil in her soul? Penni should have been grateful to have someone to lean on while playing the Road Kingz’ hostage. However, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her savior may be the devil in disguise.

7
    “ G et dressed .” Jackal dropped his saddlebag onto the bed then watched as Penni opened the bag. It didn’t take long before he got the reaction he was waiting for.
    “These are my clothes?” She picked up her clothes, giving him an accusing glare.
    “Ice used the key you left for Grace to water your plants and feed the ducks.”
    Jackal could tell she was torn between having her privacy invaded or leaving her precious plants and ducks without proper care.
    “Is Ice taking care of my things?”
    Jackal’s amusement had Penni throwing the empty saddlebag at him.
    Dodging the missile, he sat down on the foot of the bed. “Calm down. Grace would kick Ice’s ass if anything happened to your precious plants and ducks. How did you get railroaded into taking care of a pond of ducks, anyway?”
    “They’re not ducks. They’re swans. I was elected into the position during the yearly HOA.”
    “You were elected? You mean more than one person volunteered to feed them?”
    Penni nodded eagerly. “Yes, well, I mean … One other person volunteered to feed them, but nobody liked her.”
    “But they liked you?”
    “Yes. I offered to pay for their food. The feed had gone up in price, and I offered to pay.”
    “Why? You haven’t lived there long.”
    “Because they’re beautiful.”
    Jackal stared at Penni. Her expression went soft, and her blue eyes looked luminescent. He shifted on the bed.
    He had been attracted to her since he had seen her walking out of the hotel lobby in Queen City. In his experience, when women saw the Predators, they either ran the other way or turned into provocative whores. Penni had flipped him off because he was parked in the wrong space. Then, when he had kidnapped her then released her, she had shown her disgust in him by spitting on him.
    After Ice had married Grace, he had seen Penni at a couple of the parties that Grace had invited her to. It had only fueled his attraction.
    Jackal had discovered she made friends easily, but only kept a few. It was the same with him. And she had dated most of the men in Queen City. They didn’t last long, and if they did, they joined the ranks of her friends.
    He’d had no intention of being a friend. Playing the waiting game, he had patiently used any excuse to come into contact with her, only to become the brunt of her insults. Why Jackal had put up with it was uncertain. It was as if a part of her were calling out to him.
    It was why he had been so pissed off when she had stood him up. When Penni had said sorry last night, Jackal had believed her, but he had also noticed that her contrition had been brief.
    Jackal tilted his head as he studied Penni. King had warned him long ago that there was more to her than showed. Jackal agreed. He didn’t think he would live long enough to figure her out.
    His stiff dick was tired of waiting, and he had missed having her in his bed like when they had gone to Treepoint. The Spring Rally was a four-day ride. That gave him four nights to build a fire that Penni would beg for him to put out.
    Penni stared at him suspiciously as she headed into the bathroom. “What? Why are you staring at me like that?”
    Jackal smoothed out his features as he picked up his saddlebag. “Nothing. Get changed. Hennessy is getting the bikes gassed up.”
    “Why can’t we just take off while they’re gone?”
    “A guard is outside.”
    Disappointed,

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