Page 57 of Nitro

"Whizz won't be letting Dylan go back to work for a few days. You should—," Nitro began, but I held out a finger.

He looked at me expectantly.

"I'm right here, and I'm perfectly fine. I can't just stop working because of this," I said, anticipating an argument, but Nitro just sighed.

"I knew you would say that. I'll be your escort to and from work," he said. "Compromise, Tommy.”

I chewed on Nitro's words for a moment, realizing my crafty mate knew I wasn't going to budge on this matter.

Dylan's warning echoed in my head, and I nodded.

I knew I was courting danger by continuing to go to work like Dylan’s attack never happened but I also wanted to get to the bottom of this.

"I can do that," I finally said.

Nitro mounted his Harley, and I got behind him. As I wrapped my arms around his waist, I couldn't shake the lingering anxiety.

"Nitro, do you really think whatever this thing is, it's targeting the MC?"

"Won't be the first time it happened. The MC has a lot of enemies," Nitro responded.

His words didn't bring me much comfort, so I only held him a little tighter.

"It'll be alright, Tommy," he assured me. "We always come out on top."

14

TOMMY/ NITRO

TOMMY

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you upstairs?" Nitro asked for the second time.

I rolled my eyes. My mate was being overprotective as usual.

"We're standing right in front of my apartment building. I doubt anything is going to happen to me," I pointed out.

Nitro still didn't move a muscle. In fact, he looked reluctant to leave me.

While we were freshly mated, we hadn't reached the point where mates could easily read each other's emotions through the bond.

I had to settle for studying his body language.

"Nitro, I know you have an important MC meeting to get to," I pointed out. "Go, I'll even text you once I'm inside. Would that make you feel better?"

"Loads," Nitro said, sighing and running his hand through his hair in frustration. "I'm doing it again, aren't I? Being too?—"

Nitro faltered, searching for the right word.

“Overbearing and possessive?” I suggested with a playful smirk.

"Hey," Nitro muttered, rolling his eyes. "Fine, I get the message. Text or call me, okay?"

"Will do," I said.

Nitro leaned over, capturing my lips with a tender kiss that left me momentarily breathless before mounting his motorcycle again.

His intense gaze lingered over one broad shoulder, and a mischievous smile played on his lips.

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