Page 23 of Saving Grace

His gaze transferred to Axe who was standing guiltily beside her.

“I can’t stop her without hurting her,” his mechanic defended before Matt could light into him.

Axe was the least of his worries at the moment.

“Grace, darlin’,” Troy took a step toward her, but Matt body-checked him at the same time he passed the bag of food to Axe. Couldn’t act intimidating with the smell of pancakes and bacon between them. Both men were of equal height, but Troy’s chest and arms were massive. However, Matt was no slouch in the physique department either, and the other man was well aware of this.

The rest of Matt’s mechanics filed into a line behind him in a show of force. Two were ex-Army Rangers who had worked as operatives for the CIA. His third guy, Roger Peña, was a former Lieutenant with the Mexico Federal Police. He’d been their ally in their takedown of Vargas.

“Tread carefully, Foster,” Troy warned dangerously

“And you should think twice before threatening me on my turf,” Matt responded tersely. “She stays with me. Get that through your damned head.”

“You know you have to come back with me, right, Grace?” Troy said cryptically.

“I … I …” Grace stammered. “Matt?”

“Are you sure she’s all right?” Troy directed an accusing gaze at him.

Matt stepped back and put his arms around Grace, ignoring the stiffening of her shoulders. She was still pissed at him.

“You know you’re safe with me, right?” the biker cajoled.

“Is she?” Matt questioned derisively. “When you’ve been doing business with the people who want to hurt her?”

“We don’t know that,” the biker bit out. “Come on, Grace. Let’s go.” Troy held out his hand.

Grace cowered into Matt’s body. It was so out of character for her that the biker frowned.

“What’s wrong with you, darlin’?”

“I don’t know you,” Grace whispered.

Well hell, cat’s out of the bag.

“What?” Troy answered, confused. He looked at Matt accusingly. “What the hell did you do to her?”

“Retrograde amnesia,” Matt said shortly. “The explosion at the airport gave her a bad concussion. She doesn’t remember anything. Not her name. Not her job, and certainly not the information you want.”

“Fuck you,” Troy growled, turning away from them to start pacing. “Don’t you think you could have mentioned this to me from day one?”

“For all I know you set her up,” Matt stated calmly.

Troy glared at him; his agitation was obvious. He needed something from Grace, and her amnesia put a kink in his plans.

“You know that’s not true,” the biker protested.

“But did you put her in harm’s way?”

“I’m sorry, Foster, but that’s none of your business.”

“Axe,” Matt called. “Please take Grace to my loft.”

All the while he saying this, Matt didn’t take his eyes off Troy and his men. “Babe, please don’t argue and do as I say. Wait for me inside.”

“Look at you,” Troy sneered. “Taking advantage of her condition, manipulating her because you know you had fucked up, and she’d always choose me.”

“What does he mean?” Grace queried suspiciously.

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