Page 32 of In Too Deep

Snatching the phone out of her hand, I end the call.

“Hey. What do you think you’re doing?” she asks, pissed. Her hand reaches out to mine to give her the phone back.

“I’ll give it back to you on one condition.”

She huffs out a breath.

“And what’s that?”

“Let me take you wherever you need to go.”

She folds her arms, contemplating.

“I’m a big girl. Pete is good to pick me up. Now give me back my phone.”

Shaking my head, I say, “No.” I place her phone in my jeans pocket, saying, “I’ll get Tyler to pick up your car and take it back to my shop where I can get a better look at it.”

Walking toward my car, I yell over my shoulder, “Lock up, and I’ll meet you at my car.”

I can hear her cursing to herself, but she does what I say, locks her car, and follows me to my car. I can’t help the smile that’s on my face.

Unlocking the passenger side first, I hold the door open for her.

“Wow, we have a real gentleman,” she teases but gets up in my truck and puts on her seat belt. I shut the door and practicallysprint to my side of the car, opening the door and jumping in behind the steering wheel.

Starting the engine, I look over at her, smile, and then take off out of the driveway, stopping at the metal gate where two club members are securing it. One of them steps toward my truck and taps on my window. He’s short but big in build. He has a black and white bandana covering his shaved head and face piercings around his mouth, nose, and ears.

“Where do you think you’re going with the prez’s daughter?” He has a shotgun in his hand, and I swallow hard. These men mean business.

He bends and looks over at Belle.

I go to reply, but Belle beats me to it.

“Shut it, Viper. My car broke down, so he’s giving me a ride.”

He smiles at Belle, and his eyes move from hers to mine.

“You better take care of her because not only would you need to answer to Prez, but you’ll have me to deal with.” He moves his gun in his hand, telling me exactly what will happen if I don’t look after her.

“Got it, brother.”

He looks over at Belle one last time, then nods. He looks up at the other member standing on top of the metal fence with a shotgun, saying, “Open up.” The gate creaks open, and I slide my window back up and leave the driveway, hearing the gate shut behind us.

As we leave, I notice a black van parked down the road and know exactly who is in it.

“So where to?”

She leans over and types an address in my truck’s navigation.

“Here.”

I see the address is only fifteen minutes down the road, and I’m dreading the time I have to say goodnight to her, wishing that I had more time to spend with her.

“So, who exactly is this Pete?”

“Like I said, none of your business.”

Turning to look at her, I notice her smiling. She pulls her hair out of her ponytail and runs her fingers through it. She pulls the sun visor down, looking at herself in the mirror and wiping around her lips.

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