Page 7 of Blaze

The woman gasped and poked a soot-covered finger in my chest. “I’m not a thief!”

I raised an eyebrow and jabbed my thumb toward the warehouse, which was damaged, but thankfully, no longer on fire. “Breaking and entering says otherwise.”

“Okay, so that doesn’t exactly look good for me,” she mumbled. “And my name is Courtney, not baby.”

As pissed as I was, I held back a smile at her snippy tone, which was in direct contrast to her deep blush. But then the sight of the soot and grime on her cheeks made me think of what could have happened to her if I hadn’t come to the warehouse tonight.

Just like that, I was back to being enraged.

“Answer the question, baby,” I snarled.

She scowled and crossed her arms over her chest, bringing my attention to her tits. They weren’t big, but they fit with her slender curves and would fill my hands perfectly.

For fuck’s sake! My irritation level was growing the more I was distracted by Courtney’s body. She had nearly burned down our building and herself in the process. That needed to be my fucking focus.

When she remained stubbornly silent, my patience expired.

“Let’s go,” I grunted, clasping her arm so I could lead her around the building to my bike.

But she dug in her heels and yelled, “You can’t take me to the police!”

I rolled my eyes and spun around to face her. “Not going to the cops, baby. You’ve got your pretty little ass mixed up with much worse.”

Her expression was wary when she insisted, “I’m not afraid of you.”

Moving close, I stopped when we were almost nose to nose. “You fucking should be.” Not me or a single member of my MC would ever hurt her, but I was not above using intimidation tactics to get what I wanted.

“You caused a fucking fire that could’ve gotten your ass killed and did some serious damage to a Hounds of Hellfire building.”

“I told you,” she cried, throwing her hands in the air. “I didn’t mean to cause a fire! I just needed—” She stopped and pressed her lips together.

“Needed what?”

Her mutinous expression said she wasn’t gonna explain.

If I was going to get some fucking answers from Courtney, I needed to get us both back to the compound. Just standing out here wasn’t gonna motivate her to be honest. Besides, seeing all the destruction that would have to be fixed was just pissing me off even more.

“Let’s go,” I grunted again. When she dug her feet in, I released her arm and grabbed her waist, tossing her over my shoulder.

“Hey!” she squealed. “Put me down!”

“No.”

“You can’t just kidnap me!”

“You gonna tell me what the fuck you were doing here?”

Silence.

“Then I sure as hell can.”

She shouted and flailed as I stalked around the building until I smacked her ass.

Courtney gasped, but I didn’t give her a chance to say anything. I flipped her off my shoulder and plunked her down on the seat of my hog. Then I climbed on behind her. It was safer for her to sit behind me, but I didn’t want her hopping off anytime we hit a stoplight.

I reached down and pulled a helmet from one of my saddlebags and put it on her. Then I leaned around to fasten it.

Even with the smell of smoke permeating our skin and clothes, I could discern a hint of something sweet.

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