My eyes widened. “Why?”
“He needs to be stopped.”
I sighed. “Yeah. I suppose I should call the police. Maybe it’s not too late to find out if I really was drugged.”
“You were obviously drugged, probably with GHB. Anyway, we’re not calling the police,” he said, picking up his fork.
“Why? You just said he needed to be stopped. God, I wonder how many times he’s done this before?” I said, staring at my plate of food. It didn’t quite look so appetizing anymore. “GHB, huh? I’ve heard of that stuff. Just never thought it would happen to me.”
“He’ll be stopped, Kitten. Believe me. But, we’re not getting the police involved. It would be a waste of time.”
“What exactly are you planning on doing?” I asked, feeling anxious now. Obviously, Jason was an asshole and should be arrested, but something told me that Trevor’s plans for him were more sinister. And violent.
“Nothing that you need to know about,” he said and then nodded at my food. “Now, eat. You’ve got to be hungry.”
I bit my lower lip. “You’re going to do something illegal, aren’t you?”
He didn’t answer.
“Are you planning on hurting him?”
He picked up a piece of toast and dipped it into his eggs. “First of all, why do you care? And secondly, how many girls do you think he’s already hurt or will hurt?”
“I don’t know but we need to let the cops take care of this.”
“There won’t be any evidence that he did anything. It will be a waste of time.”
“What do you mean? Maybe they can test my blood for proof that I was drugged.”
“If it’s GHB, the shit dissipates in your blood pretty quickly, from what I hear. And even if they do find something, how can you prove he actually did it? Did you see him put anything into your drink?”
“No.”
“And it was a crowded bar.”
“Yeah.”
“It will be your word against his. No evidence.”
“He might have some of the drug in his car or his home. The police can get a search warrant.”
“You really want to waste your time, filling out a bunch of police reports and waiting for test results, only to find out later that they don’t have any real evidence to arrest the asshole?”
I let out a ragged breath. “No. I guess not. I have to work tonight and I’ve got classes on Monday.”
“There you go. Let me handle it.”
“What exactly are you planning on doing?”
He didn’t say anything.
“Trevor?”
He sighed. “We’ll just scare the fuck out of him. Let him know he can’t get away with that shit.”
I frowned. “That’s really all that you’re going to do?”
“Yeah. Sure. Why do you care what happens to that prick, anyway?”
“I just don’t want to see anyone get hurt. “
“Jesus, you really are a bleeding-heart, aren’t you?”
I pictured Trevor getting arrested and it did something to me. “I just don’t want to see you get thrown in jail.”
“I won’t.”
“You could.”
“Don’t worry about me.”
“Why would you even risk it? For me? We barely know each other.”
He took a moment to answer. “Let’s just say that I despise assholes who fucking abuse women like that. Whether it’s drugging them, pushing them around, or whatever the fuck they’re doing.” His jaw clenched. “I told you how my dad used to beat the fuck out of my mom. Had to watch that shit happen for years, until I finally had the balls to stand up to him. It may have not turned out the way I’d imagined it, but it still made me feel good. Showing my Old Man that I wasn’t going to let him get away with that shit. Not while I was around.”
“You should be proud of yourself,” I said. “You were obviously a very brave kid.”
“I was actually scared shitless, at the time. But, I made a promise to myself that I’d never stand back and watch anyone get kicked around that didn’t deserve it. Never again. Especially, women.”
“So, if you wanted to make a difference, in that respect, why didn’t you become a cop, instead of a… gang member?”
His face grew dark. “Because this has been my life, since Slammer took me in. I’d do anything for anyone of my brothers. We’re family. They’ve got my back and I’ve got theirs.”
“Yeah, but, if you’re so passionate about stopping violence again women, becoming a cop-”
“Don’t get me started on cops. Hell, the cops couldn’t help my mom. Even the times that the neighbors called them and they took my old man away. He always came back, whether it was the next day or the next week. Sure, they’d make up and everything would be good for a while. But, just for a while. Then he’d beat the shit out of her again.”
I didn’t know what to say. Living through that would have taken away any faith I had, in the legal system, too. Not that it was directly the cops’ fault. His mom had obviously allowed it to happen, until she finally took off on her own.
I remained silent and he seemed to relax. “Listen to me, don’t you go worrying you’re pretty little head about what’s gonna happen to Jason. You feel me?”
I nodded. If he wanted to confront Jason, I wasn’t going to stand in the way. The asshole certainly didn’t deserve any pity from me. “Sure… I, uh, feel you.”
“Good.” He pointed at my plate with his fork. “Now, eat your food and if it makes you feel better, forget that we ever had this conversation.”
“I think I will,” I replied, cutting into my egg.
Chapter Thirteen
Adriana
We didn’t say much more during breakfast. I could tell he had a lot on his mind and so did I. When we were finished, I offered to help him with the dishes.
“I’ll do them,” he said and then nodded to my purse. “You need to call someone? Let them know you’re okay?”
“That’s right. I was going to call my mom,” I said, grabbing the phone out of my purse. I walked into the living room and dialed her number. When she didn’t answer, I left her message about staying overnight at a friend’s, and that I’d see her later. Just as I was hanging up, Krystal called me.
“What happened last night?” she asked.
I gave her the play-by-play and she gasped.
“Jason told me that you asked him to drive me home. Did you?”
“You could barely stand and I thought you were wasted. I mean, yeah, the guy offered to do it and he seemed so nice.”
“Obviously, it was all an act.”
“I’m so sorry, Adriana. I had no fucking idea that he’d pull that kind of shit.”
“Yeah, well, I’m still shocked myself.”
She sighed. “Do you even remember leaving the club?”
“Not really. I can remember him helping me into the car. Then, I passed out and the next thing I knew, he had his hands all over me.”
“Oh my God, you must have been scared.”
“I was confused and then pissed off, more than anything.”
“I feel like such an idiot. He almost raped you,” she said, her voice cracking. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have let him drive you home.”
“It’s not your fault. You were pretty tipsy yourself.”
“Yeah, I was trashed. So was Tiffany. Thank God she made it home, herself, after dropping me off.”
“What happened with Monica?”
“She went home, right after you did.”
I sighed. “Do you think that Jason’s friends were involved?”
“Maybe. I don’t know. Gary didn’t seem the type. I mean, he and I talked about his ex-girlfriend and he started crying. I can’t imagine him pulling something like that. Unless it was all a fucking act.”
“What about Brian?” I asked, lowering my voice.
“It’s hard to say. I’m pretty sure that nobody put anything into my drink. Or Tiff’s
.” She then explained that the four of them shut down the bar and then went their separate ways.
“Brian even asked me for my phone number,” she said. “I think he wanted more than that last night, and to be truthful, I probably would have if Tank wouldn’t have sent me a text.”
“Are you still at Tank’s?”
“No, I’m on my way home. He dropped me off at my car. Anyway, are you still at Raptor’s?”
“Yes.”
She sucked in her breath. “Did you two fuck?”
“Oh my God, no!” I said a little sharply. Then I lowered my voice. “It’s not like I was in the mood for anything like that. Not after what happened.”
“Yeah, I suppose not. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I mean, yeah… he’s definitely interesting,” I said and then turned around to find him listening behind me. I quickly turned away. “I have to go. I’ll call you later.”
“Call me before nine. I’m going back out to the club again tonight. With Tank and Raptor. They want to search for that guy, Jason.”
I frowned. “That’s another thing. What if I wasn’t really drugged?”
“You had to have been. Looking back, there’s no way that you could have been that drunk after one shot and a measly Rum and Coke. Something was definitely wrong.”
I sighed. “Maybe.”
“No maybe. You were slipped something. Anyway, I gotta go. I just pulled into my driveway. Talk to you later?”
“Yeah. I’ll call you.”
We hung up and I turned back to Trevor, who was staring at me with a stern face.
“What?” I asked.
He crossed his arms over his chest. “You were drugged. I don’t know why you’re having a hard time accepting it.”
I let out a ragged sigh. “I know. It’s just so… surreal, you know? It’s like it happened to someone else.”
“I wish it would have. Tell you one thing, it definitely happened to the wrong girl,” he said. “Because now, that fucker is going to pay for what he did.”
It was unsettling to see such determination on Trevor’s face. Although, we’d just met, the night before, he was acting like Jason had attacked him personally. Part of me was flattered that he wanted to avenge me. Another part of me was a little overwhelmed by everything.
“I suppose I should get back home,” I said, noticing that it was getting close to noon.
“No problem. Let me grab some stuff and we’ll head out.”
“Okay.”
I used the bathroom, while he got ready, and then followed him back out to the garage.
“You don’t mind taking the bike, again, do you?”
“Not at all,” I said. It was a beautiful day. It had to be almost sixty degrees, and the sun was shining.
“You want my leather coat, again?” he asked, slipping on his jacket.
“I’m okay. My sweater is warm,” I answered. “And you’re blocking most of the wind.”
“True. Feel free to warm your hands on me, if you get too cold.”
“Okay.”
He looked like he was about to say something else, but then seemed to change his mind.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he said, his lip curling up.
I smirked. “Right. With that look on your face, I could tell it was something.”
Something dirty, more than likely.
He put his sunglasses on. “You think you’ve gotten me all figured out?”
“Hardly.”
“That’s probably good. I have a feeling that if you did know the real me, you’d run for the hills.”
I smiled. “Maybe. But not before we take another ride on your motorcycle.”
Chuckling, he got on his Harley and started it. “Ready?”
I swung my leg over the bike and we took off.
Chapter Fourteen
Raptor
Adriana told me where she lived and I took the scenic route, so she could enjoy the ride and I could enjoy her arms around me that much longer.
When we arrived at her home, I was a little taken aback. Having found out that her mother owned ‘Dazzle’, I’d expected, I don’t know… a mansion on the hills or something that hinted of wealth. Instead, her house was small and quaint, and nestled inside of a quiet little neighborhood, inhabited by retirees who apparently spent most of their days making their yards immaculate.
As I shut off my bike, the front door of her house opened and a woman stepped outside. She had a smile on her face, but the look in her eyes was frosty.
“Crap,” mumbled Adriana, getting off of the bike. “I thought she’d be a work.”
I could tell right away where Adriana got her beauty from. The woman had the same dark hair and green eyes that she had, although her skin was a slightly more olive, and she was much shorter.
“Hi, Mom,” said Adriana, as the woman approached us
“So, this is the friend you mentioned in your message?” she asked, looking at me like I was some kind of leper.
“Uh, yes. This is Trevor. Trevor, this is my mom, Vanda.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said, trying to be cordial under the circumstances. The circumstances being that she didn’t like me.
Vanda nodded and looked at my leather jacket. Her face went from unfriendly to downright hostile. “You’re in a gang?”
“We call it a club,” I said, not liking the way she said it.
Vanda looked at Adriana and said something in what I assume was Portuguese. She answered back, quickly, and then they proceeded to argue about something. Something, obviously being, me.
“Well, I think this is my cue to leave,” I said, dryly. “I’ll keep in touch, Kitten.”
“Uh, okay,” she replied, looking embarrassed.
I turned to Vanda. “Glad we had this chance to get to know each other,” I said. “Your daughter has my number, Vanda, if you’d like to give me a call sometime. We can pick up where we left off.”
Vanda’s eyebrows raised and she almost looked amused. But it was quickly replaced by what I could only describe as indifference. And maybe relief. “Goodbye,” she said, and then turned and walked back toward the house.
Adriana glared at her mother’s back.
I sighed. “She’s a tough win.”
Adriana turned to look at me. She touched my arm. “I’m sorry. My mother had a bad experience with some bikers, once. She’s frightened of all of you now.”
“I wouldn’t call that frightened,” I said, smiling. “Hell, she seemed like she was ready kick my ass.”
“I know; she was more angry at me, than anything else.”
“What happened?”
She sighed. “My parent’s store was robbed, about ten years ago.”
“By some bikers?”
“Yes. We lived in Florida at the time.”
“What club?”
“Hell’s Demons, I believe they were called.”
“Oh. Those fucking guys. Yeah, they’re assholes. The ones that I’ve met, anyway. Did the bastards who did it go to prison?”
“Actually, the police never caught the guys who did it. They had masks on.”
“So, now she doesn’t trust anyone wearing patches?”
“She doesn’t trust bikers, period.”
I looked at the house and saw Adriana’s mother staring at us from inside of the doorway.
“I guess I can’t blame her, but she shouldn’t lump all of us in a pot, like that. I’ve never robbed anyone in my life. None of my brothers have, either.”
“I know. Anyway, forget about her. I’m not going to let her opinion change my mind about you.”
I grinned. “And what is your mind telling you about me?”
“That you’re a decent guy.”
“Decent. I don’t know about that,” I said, thinking back to some of the things I’d done in my life, especially in my teens. I may not have robbed anyone, but I had a temper. I’d lost it more times than I could count. I also had the scars on my fists to
prove it.
“Well, you’ve been good to me,” she said, kissing me on the cheek again.
As she was about to pull away, I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to me, kissing her fully on the lips. She stiffened up but then to my delight, began kissing me back. Relaxing, I slid my hand around the back of her head and shoved my tongue inside, wanting to taste every part of her.
“We can’t,” she said, pulling away, suddenly.
I frowned. “Says who?”
She looked over her shoulder at the house. “My mom’s watching us.”
“So. Let her watch,” I said, trying to pull her back to me.
“You don’t understand. She’s going to freak out.”
As if on cue, the front door opened and Vanda stuck her head out. “Adriana!” she hollered, looking furious. “I need you! Come inside.”
“I’ll be right there!” she yelled back.
Vanda said something in her language.
Adriana, rolled her eyes, but didn’t answer back.
“You want a kiss goodbye, too?” I called out. “All you have to do is ask.”
Vanda glared at me and closed the door.
I smiled grimly. “Fucking-A. How old are you, Kitten?”
“I know,” she said, her face flushed. “Believe it or not, she’s normally not like this.”
“I want to see you again,” I said, starting up my bike. “And from the way you were kissing me back, you feel the same.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Why not?”
She nodded toward the house.
***
Adriana
Trevor’s eyes burned into mine. They were filled with lust and anger. Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back over to him, taking my mouth, hard and fast. Then, just as quickly, he released me.
“You’re a grown woman. You can do what you want, see who you want, and fuck who you want,” he said, his eyes burning with frustrated need. “And something tells me that right now, we both want the same thing.”
I found myself panting, he had me so worked up. Had we been alone, there was no doubt in my mind that we’d be all over each other until I made sure that he was inside of me, putting out the fire he’d started. The guy definitely knew how to kiss a woman.
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