Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Jax lifted a brow. “I didn’t bring it to you because it’s a problem, Prez. I brought it to you because it’s an opportunity.”
That got my attention. I turned fully. “What kind of opportunity?”
Jax handed me his phone. A picture of a woman filled the screen—blond waves pulled back in a ponytail, blue eyes wide, and her jaw hardened in stubborn determination as she stood outside the bakery. But there was a softness about her that made me wonder if she was as confident as she wanted people to believe.
“Says her name is Savannah Quincy,” Jax said.
My pulse thudded once, hard. “Quincy?
“Yup. She’s Devon’s sister.”
Damn straight, it was a fucking golden opportunity.
I stared at the photo again, closer this time. She was younger than I expected. Early twenties. Short. Curvy. Pretty in a way that felt too clean for this world. Too honest.
She had no idea what the hell she was walking into. Me.
“Bait,” I growled.
Jax adjusted his hat, turning it backward as he considered what I’d said.
“To draw out the rat,” he concluded.
“We take her,” I declared, already reaching for my cell.
Jax nodded once, his mind already several steps ahead. “She lives in Wedgewood. Small apartment above a flower shop. Quiet street. Minimal security. Should be able to snatch her without notice.”
“No,” I muttered, dialing my brother. “We don’t make this subtle.”
The line clicked.
“Yeah?”
“I need you and a few of the boys to meet me at the garage. Half an hour.”
Edge didn’t ask questions. “Done.”
I hung up and shoved my cell back into my pocket, my mind already shifting gears.
They wanted to use a rat to get inside my world? Fine. I’d use bait to drag the bastard out.
Eight hours later, the van rolled to a stop in front of a narrow building tucked behind a row of old businesses.
Wedgewood was a small, quiet town. The kind of place where everyone knew each other’s business. So we’d chosen to grab her in the morning when she left, knowing a lot of people would be up for work.
I stepped out of the van and casually leaned against the passenger door. Several people entered and exited the florist shop, all throwing us curious covert looks. When their eyes landed on me, if they didn’t recognize my face, then it was my cut that had them dropping their gazes as they hurried to their cars. They knew they weren’t in danger from us unless they’d crossed us, but we were scary motherfuckers nonetheless.
Not everyone outside Crossbend knew who we were, but they were the minority. Even if they weren’t involved in the world of racing.
Finally, after an hour, Savannah stepped out of the side stairwell in jeans and a white tank top that had a ruffle around the hem and a little bow just beneath her full tits. Her white-blond hair fell in loose waves down her back, and the locks floated around her as she hefted a tote bag onto her shoulder.
She seemed lost in her thoughts as she walked down the stairs and into the lot. We’d deliberately parked beside her car, and just before she reached it, she saw me, her steps faltering as her eyes zeroed in on my cut.
Her lips parted, but she didn’t even get the scream out.
Edge and Nitro moved fast—clean and efficient. She got in one hard shove of resistance before Edge carefully collared her neck so he could insert the needle that would knock her out. Her body jerked, eyes flaring wide with shock and panic.
And then she slumped.
I caught her before she hit the ground.
Fuck.
She was warm and soft in my arms. Tiny compared to me, barely reaching my chest. Her breathing was shallow, lashes dark against her cheeks, and her plush pink lips were parted slightly.
I swallowed hard. My cock surged behind my zipper like it’d just remembered what blood flow felt like.
Fucking hell. Get a grip, Beckett!
She smelled like lavender and something sweet. Maybe vanilla. Her curves were mouthwatering, from the generous swell of her tits to the flare of her hips and those long legs that I could already imagine locked tight around my neck.
I had never reacted this violently to a woman. Hell, I hadn’t reacted at all in a long fucking time. My libido had gone dormant—like the switch had been flipped off by boredom and responsibility.
But Savannah flipped it back on. Just like that.
I gritted my teeth as I settled her into the back bench of the van, her hair sliding across the leather like a silk ribbon.
Her ocean-blue eyes had burned into me right before she passed out. I couldn’t stop wondering what they’d look like when she came—writhing underneath me, full of need and pleasure, begging for more while I buried myself deep inside her.
Fuck me.
I hissed out a breath and adjusted myself, pressing the heel of my hand to the bulge in my jeans.