Page 75 of Sins and Secrets

“You do,” I say as I lean against the banister. “But I’m going out on a run with Christian today. He’s going to be driving the car which means I get to take the bike out. Do you want to ride with me?”

Billie spins to face me, a smile spreading across her face. “You have a motorcycle? Papa never let me get one. I had one while I was away at college, but I had to sell it before I moved back here. He would have killed me if he saw me riding around on it.”

I chuckle. “Is that a yes or were you planning on staying here?”

“Papa’s nurse is here for the day. I could use a trip out of the house. One minute while I get changed.”

She doesn’t bother to leave the room as she pulls off her short dress. I bite down on a groan as I take in the matching emerald lace set against her skin. For a moment, I consider canceling the run completely and staying with her.

If an old business partner hadn’t asked me to deliver the guns personally, I would cancel it.

Billie grabs a pair of tight leather pants and a black crop top. She shimmies into the pants, hopping around until they’re fully up her legs. As she slides the crop top over her head, I adjust the growing erection in my jeans.

“See something you like?” she asks as she grabs a leather jacket and pulls it on. There is a mischievous smirk curving the corner of her mouth.

I make a point of allowing my gaze to run up and down her body. “Yes, but unfortunately, we don’t have time for that today. An arms dealer needs some guns and he asked to meet him for the drop. It’s a four-hour ride to Bainbridge.”

“Bainbridge?” She pulls on a pair of black motorcycle boots before scrapping her hair back from her face in a low messy bun. “And you’re personally meeting with this guy?”

Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

“Yeah. He’s new to the area but a friend in Oregon told me that he was reliable. I want to meet him myself, though. It’s going to be a long ride. Are you sure you’re good?”

“I used to spend the summers riding around the country when I was in college. Four hours there and another four back is nothing. Trust me.”

“Alright, let’s get going, then.”

I lead the way down the stairs and to the garage. Billie gasps as I pull the cover off my sleek black bike. Christian is sitting in the car with the windows down, frowning as he looks over at us. When Billie notices him staring and wiggles her fingers in his direction, he rolls his eyes.

Well, at least they are getting along right now.

I don’t know what is going on between the two of them. One minute they’re friendly enough and the next they are avoiding each other. I don’t know who said what, but the house is growing tense.

If he told her that he doesn’t trust her, that would probably piss her off.

I grab a helmet and hand it to Billie before grabbing my own. She is practically bouncing with excitement as she pulls on the helmet and waits for me to get on the bike.

When Billie gets on behind me, her arms wrapping around my waist, I can picture a thousand more days spent like this.

It scares the hell out of me. Maybe my mother is right and this is a horrible decision. Maybe I should have given mote thought to the implications of any sort of relationship with Billie.

Christian gives me a look like he knows what I’m thinking before pressing a button to open the garage door and driving off. I flip down my visor and kick the bike to life, roaring out of the garage after Christian.

Billie squeezes a little closer to me, her hand dropping down to the front of my pants. My cock stiffens again, even as she pulls her hand away and starts giggling.

It’s going to be a very long ride if she keeps this up.

“This seems too quiet,” Christian says, sitting in the car beside me outside the warehouse. He pulls back into the shadows of the car as someone in a truck drives by.

I look around at the empty warehouse parking lot. Garbage litters the place and the windows are boarded up. It’s the kind of place I would expect an arms deal to take place.

“I’m going to go inside,” I say as I slip off my helmet and grab the bag of guns from the trunk. “You two should stay out here.”

Billie scoffs and crosses her arms. “Not happening. You want to go into a suspicious warehouse alone without any backup when there is some deranged man running around trying to take down the famiglia?”

“Stay out here, Billie.”

She rolls her eyes and pulls a gun out of her boot. “Yeah. Not happening. Colombian cowboy over there might not be able to come in with you, but I can.”

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