Page 19 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

“He knew all my favorite places to eat, to shop. The guy even showed up one day with a DVD of my favorite movie and all my favorite candy from my favorite store in Genoa.”

Capone tightened the grip on her hand. “Keep going.”

“I started to freak out a bit.”

“I can imagine. What happened next?” It felt like once he got her talking, Capone didn’t want her to stop.

“I tried to ignore him. When that didn’t work, I would hide when I saw him coming, but that didn’t deter him in the least. He caught me closing up the gallery one night. Alone.” It’d been a nightmare, but maybe saying what happened would help. Capone waited patiently for her to continue, his eyes never leaving hers.

“He accused me of being a tease and that I’d led him on or some such shit.” She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “It was so messed up. When I tried to deny it,” her eyes teared up as she looked at him, “he hit me in the face and pushed me into a counter. Hard.”

“Fucking bastard.” Capone flexed his free hand into a fist.

“I was in shock, but there was a panic button nearby. I hit it, and the alarm went off. He freaked and ran off.”

“If I catch him, I will tear him apart limb by limb,” he guaranteed.

“The police showed up shortly after, and I told them everything.” Exhaling, she took another drink. “I gave them his name and the address he said he lived at, but they got back to me a few hours later. There was no one there by that name. So I got rid of my cell, rented a car, and fled. I was even afraid he might have put a tracker on my phone or car.”

“Good idea. So he was pretending to be someone else.”

“It appears so.” She’d been duped. What a fool she’d been.

“Can you think of anything else that might help us find him?”

“No, and I don’t get it. How did he know so much about me?”

Capone tapped his index finger on his thigh. “Saige, do you have any reason to believe someone was trying to find you?”

“No, none whatsoever. Only my family knew where I was, and like I said, I don’t really hang out with anyone.”

Letting go of her hand, Capone put his arm around her and pulled her into a hug. It didn’t escape her how different the two men were. Jacob was impeccably dressed and appeared mild mannered yet was dangerous and frightening. Capone was a member of a biker club and yet she’d never felt safer. His phone sounded and he reached to look at it.

“Sorry, I have to take this.”

“No worries.”

“Yeah,” Capone answered. He nodded a few times as he listened. “Thanks, we’ll be right there.”

Rising, he pulled her to standing. “What’s up?”

“It looks like I will be getting my wish.”

“And what’s that?”

“We found Jacob.”

It was like something out of a movie. The whole band of bikers rode double file toward a location unknown. She was in the middle with her arms wrapped tightly around her man’s waist. Did she just say “her man?” Well, a girl could dream, right? Her whole day felt as if she were living a dream, so she might as well enjoy it. Live life to the fullest even if it was only for a few precious hours.

The group finally turned down a crushed rock road. Dust flew from the tires, and she ducked her head behind his back. When they slowed, Saige lifted her gaze and peeked over his shoulder. Several black SUVs and a white van were parked outside a large metal building. One must have recently arrived, as a couple of well-dressed men in suits were exiting the vehicle.

The Tribe also parked along the building. One of the men in suits walked over and shook the hand of the Tribe’s president, Forge.

“Who are they?” she whispered in Capone’s ear and got off the bike.

“The mob,” he answered after putting the kickstand down and standing beside her.

“The what?” Had she heard him correctly?

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