Page 41 of Biker's Prisoner: Property of Bucky

“How is the baby?”

“Eden is fine. Zayna will be good with her.”

Eden.I’m surprised he didn’t name her “Bullet” or “Knife”. It’s a cute name, and almost makes me think Ruger has a capacity for emotion buried beneath his fucked up exterior.

Back to this Zayna girl.He really does seem to be focused on her, but I wouldn’t describe that as love. Ruger will have to prove himself before I consider him capable of love.

“Right. Zayna. The love of your life.”

“She tastes like… berries.”

“Okay. I think that’s enough about her taste. Does she… want to be with you?”

“None of your business, Tamiya. She has a past and I need to know about it. If you won’t help me for free… I’ll pay.”

“I’ll help you for free,” I say to him, but only because Gideon hasn’t allowed me to work for the past few weeks and this isn’t technically work. It’s just helping our family – and helping me get my ass out of bed.

“Good,” Ruger says. “When can I have answers?”

“After my ass gets some sleep.”

Five days later,I have a file about Zayna Fontaine.

I don’t knowif I should give this information to anyone, least of all Ruger Blackwood. Gideon returns from work – he’s been running a construction business with a couple of theHollingsworth boys. Since the third trimester since he wants to be closer to home. He clocked off early in response to my text which was very specific about this situation not being urgent at all.

Nothing feels better than watching my husband walk through the door. His beard is a couple days grown out with streaks of red through the blond fur that make his whole face glow like a sexy lion. I want to run my fingers through his beard…

But we have to talk about his cousin instead. I rush to the door to greet Gideon, postponing the serious conversation with a long makeout session. My lips are numb when Gideon finally pulls away from me.

“What the fuck did Ruger do to you?”

“Why do you say that?”

“You kissed me like you want to fuck instead of talk.”

Ugh.My husband knows me so well. I press my baby bump into him a little, because it’s so fucking sexy to think about the fact that we made this little life and we can make another one.

“Did I?” I whisper. “Because I definitely didn’t mean to do that.”

“Make a choice, baby,”Gideon whispers. “Because your baby bump is turning my ass on…”

I sigh. “This is fucked up, Gideon. What that woman went through is fucked up but…”

I look up at my husband because I can’t believe I’m going to admit this.

“I don’t know if I trust her with Ruger.”

“You’re worried about Ruger?”

I shrug. Again, this isn’t easy to admit. I can tell from Gideon’s disbelieving tone that he doubts me. I get it. He knows Ruger better than I do. But then again, who really knows someone better than a private investigator, once we get our hands all up in some shit. My husband grabs my cheeks, making me look at him, scanning my face for any signs that I might be pranking him.

“Yes,” I answer. “I’m worried about both of them now.”

Gideon laughs. “Okay, I’m taking your ass upstairs. Because there ain’t a single person on planet earth who my cousin Ruger ought to worry about.”

“You don’t know what’s in that file.”

Gideon groans. “You are impossible.”

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