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this at all. I’ll take care of it. I don’t want you to approach Autrey at all,” he ordered.
I held up my hands.
“I won’t, I promise,” I lied.
He seemed to know I was lying, too.
But if that was the only way to get him to stop being so standoffish, I’d confront Ross a million times and still accept the sacrifice as worth it.
When he didn’t reply, I stood up, repacking my box.
He stilled my hands when I went to take the purses.
“Leave them.”
I left them, picking up my actual purse and making my way to the door.
“Thanks,” I said.
But before I could push all the way through the front door, he stopped me by grabbing a hold of the bar that spanned the width of the door.
I turned just my head to look at him and caught him staring right at me.
His eyes were on my lips, and the moment I went to lift my hand and place it on his cheek, he jerked back like I was waving a gun in his face.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” Mig said, releasing the door.
I turned around and glared at the ass.
How could I think I was in love with him?
Then he opened the door for me and I walked out the door.
I got into my car, put it into drive and then started to leave.
But the last thing I saw was Mig watching me drive away.
And I knew with one look that he didn’t want me to go.
Knew it like I knew I’d draw another breath.
He wanted me, but he also wanted to protect me from what he thought was his dangerous life.
But his excuse had proven for naught today as I gave him my theory on just why I was somehow involved in the middle of a drug deal. Plus, I knew a drug dealer… my ex-husband.
What he failed to recognize was that I’d found it on my own.
Sure, his situations only added to mine, but it wasn’t like I was going into this life without my eyes wide open.
And I was about to prove to him just who and what I could be…and what kind of situations I could get in.
I smiled.
Oh, this would be fun!
Chapter 9
I’m not a violent person unless you wake me up early. Even a minute early. Ever do that again, and I’ll cut you.
-Text from Tasha to Annie
Mig
I was fairly positive that women didn’t have nine lives like cats did.
In fact, their one wasn’t even worth all that much.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me?” I growled, pinching the bridge of my nose with two fingers. “Can you get her out?”
“No. I’ve tried about ten times now. Every time I tell her it’s time to go, she takes another shot,” our newest prospect, Apple Drew, explained.
“Fuck,” I growled, getting up from my computer chair. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Ten minutes or less.”
“Got it. But Mig,” Apple hesitated. “Hurry.”
I didn’t bother to change.
I knew the moment I went into that bar that shit would start to fly…and I had a feeling that Annie knew it, too.
There were about two areas in a fifty-mile radius of Uncertain and the surrounding towns that The Uncertain Saints weren’t welcome, and The Hail House was one of them.
It was located in Jefferson, Texas.
The bar and grill was opened about twenty years ago and was established well before the Uncertain Saints were formed.
That’s why we never made a huge deal about the crew that ran out of The Hail House, a team of auto recovery agents who were mostly motorcycle riders.
Although they weren’t technically a MC, they were territorial.
They didn’t like to start fights, but they would finish them.
And I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Annie had heard about them somewhere.
Knew that I wouldn’t let her stay.
Not because they were dangerous to her physical body, but because they—other than the owner of Hail Auto Recovery—would be dangerous to her heart.
I was secure enough in myself to admit that they were all good looking.
And Annie seemed to be drawn to the bad boy type.
Although she probably didn’t know exactly what she was getting into, she had to know that I’d come for her.
Knowing it was about to
I held up my hands.
“I won’t, I promise,” I lied.
He seemed to know I was lying, too.
But if that was the only way to get him to stop being so standoffish, I’d confront Ross a million times and still accept the sacrifice as worth it.
When he didn’t reply, I stood up, repacking my box.
He stilled my hands when I went to take the purses.
“Leave them.”
I left them, picking up my actual purse and making my way to the door.
“Thanks,” I said.
But before I could push all the way through the front door, he stopped me by grabbing a hold of the bar that spanned the width of the door.
I turned just my head to look at him and caught him staring right at me.
His eyes were on my lips, and the moment I went to lift my hand and place it on his cheek, he jerked back like I was waving a gun in his face.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” Mig said, releasing the door.
I turned around and glared at the ass.
How could I think I was in love with him?
Then he opened the door for me and I walked out the door.
I got into my car, put it into drive and then started to leave.
But the last thing I saw was Mig watching me drive away.
And I knew with one look that he didn’t want me to go.
Knew it like I knew I’d draw another breath.
He wanted me, but he also wanted to protect me from what he thought was his dangerous life.
But his excuse had proven for naught today as I gave him my theory on just why I was somehow involved in the middle of a drug deal. Plus, I knew a drug dealer… my ex-husband.
What he failed to recognize was that I’d found it on my own.
Sure, his situations only added to mine, but it wasn’t like I was going into this life without my eyes wide open.
And I was about to prove to him just who and what I could be…and what kind of situations I could get in.
I smiled.
Oh, this would be fun!
Chapter 9
I’m not a violent person unless you wake me up early. Even a minute early. Ever do that again, and I’ll cut you.
-Text from Tasha to Annie
Mig
I was fairly positive that women didn’t have nine lives like cats did.
In fact, their one wasn’t even worth all that much.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me?” I growled, pinching the bridge of my nose with two fingers. “Can you get her out?”
“No. I’ve tried about ten times now. Every time I tell her it’s time to go, she takes another shot,” our newest prospect, Apple Drew, explained.
“Fuck,” I growled, getting up from my computer chair. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Ten minutes or less.”
“Got it. But Mig,” Apple hesitated. “Hurry.”
I didn’t bother to change.
I knew the moment I went into that bar that shit would start to fly…and I had a feeling that Annie knew it, too.
There were about two areas in a fifty-mile radius of Uncertain and the surrounding towns that The Uncertain Saints weren’t welcome, and The Hail House was one of them.
It was located in Jefferson, Texas.
The bar and grill was opened about twenty years ago and was established well before the Uncertain Saints were formed.
That’s why we never made a huge deal about the crew that ran out of The Hail House, a team of auto recovery agents who were mostly motorcycle riders.
Although they weren’t technically a MC, they were territorial.
They didn’t like to start fights, but they would finish them.
And I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Annie had heard about them somewhere.
Knew that I wouldn’t let her stay.
Not because they were dangerous to her physical body, but because they—other than the owner of Hail Auto Recovery—would be dangerous to her heart.
I was secure enough in myself to admit that they were all good looking.
And Annie seemed to be drawn to the bad boy type.
Although she probably didn’t know exactly what she was getting into, she had to know that I’d come for her.
Knowing it was about to
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