Page 11 of Blaze

Wet. Naked. Mine.

Fuck!

I had to get the hell outta the room before I barged into the shower and took her up against the wall.

After taking several deep breaths and thinking about anything that would make my dick a little less painful, I stalked over to my dresser and pulled open the top drawer. My clothes would be huge on her, but they would have to do. I briefly considered asking to borrow an outfit from Stella, but the idea of Courtney being surrounded by me was too appealing.

I fished out a pair of boxers, found a T-shirt that was snug on me, and tossed them onto the bed. Then I forced my feet to move toward the door where I paused to throw one last look at the bathroom before stalking out.

Knowing I needed to update my brothers, I sent a text to Wizard and a couple of our enforcers as I quickly made my way back downstairs. When I saw King still in the lounge, I jerked my chin in the direction of our offices and kept walking without waiting to see if he followed.

Ace was at his desk as I passed by and rapped my knuckles on his doorjamb. “Prez’s. Now,” I called. “Bring Ash.”

When I got there, I stopped beside King’s desk and faced the door, standing with my feet braced apart and my arms crossed over my chest.

King entered and rounded his desk to take a seat. He was followed into the room by Echo and Ace, who both settled themselves on the couch in the small lounge area on the side of the room, opposite the conference table.

“So…” Echo drawled with a smirk. “Was I right?”

“About what?” I grunted.

“You falling for a wannabe arsonist?” He laughed, and I scowled.

“That’s funny because…?”

Echo looked over at King, his smirk back in place. “Gonna have to tell Stella I was right,” he practically crowed. Then his gaze returned to me, and he tilted his head, studying me. “Gotta say, Blaze claiming a firebug is a little cliché.”

“Shut your mouth, E,” King growled. “Unless you wanna lose that pretty-boy face of yours.”

Echo’s eyes darted from our prez to me, and when he clocked my dark scowl, he pressed his lips together as if suppressing a laugh. One more word and I was gonna do exactly what King had suggested.

When he didn’t say anything else, I focused my attention on the door. I didn’t want to have to share all this shit more than once, so we all waited in awkward silence until Wizard strolled into the office with Ash—our secretary, who was a lawyer andhandled all the MC’s legal shit—and a couple of our enforcers, Rebel and Tomcat.

“I take it you’re going to explain about the warehouse and the woman you brought here?” King asked.

Before I could answer, Echo snorted, and I glared at him. “More like kidnapped.”

King shot him a look, and he shut up, but as he leaned back into the cushions, a grin spread across his face.

“What’s going on?” King asked me.

After I explained the situation, Rebel whistled softly. “Damn. That’s seriously fucked up.”

“No shit,” I grunted. Shifting my gaze to Wizard, I asked, “Was the roommate a client?”

Wizard nodded and opened his laptop, setting it on the conference room table where he’d sat when he showed up. “Yeah. Pulled her file from the skiff room server.”

I scowled and clenched my hands into fists. “Can’t expect everyone who comes to us to be completely clean, I get that. But how the fuck did this bitch slip through our deep dive into her background?”

He tapped a few keys, and his eyes scanned the screen. “Wasn’t thrilled with her history or the people she associated with, but she was mostly just a random chick with nothing that indicated she might be running from a drug ring. Claimed to be tryin’ to get away from the ex, and since he has a long list of assault charges, her story was plausible.”

“Why didn’t we find out where she got the money to pay us?” I muttered.

Ace piped up. “That was my call. I did ask Wizard about Jason since he was obviously in the ranks of this drug ring. When he told me the guy was low on the ladder, I figured the likelihood of her getting anywhere near product or money wasextremely low. Still not sure how she could have gotten her hands on either. So I sent it to King for the green light.”

“Do we know where she is?” I asked, frustrated with Ace’s answer even though it made sense.

Wizard tapped some keys on his computer and shook his head. “We used Ink’s connection with the DeLucas to find her a place. I’ll have to get the information from them.”

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