Page 42 of Biker's Prisoner: Property of Bucky

“I know.That’s why you married me.”

He needs a reminder once in a while…?*

* Gideon & Tamiya’s book is Biker’s Ritual (Book #3) in the series

Chapter Nineteen

Ruger

Ihave to wait several days for Tamiya to call me back. I demand text message reports daily, but I don’t think pushing her will work. How hard can it be to get information about a woman named Zayna from Boston? She must be the only one. I’ve never heard the name Zayna before.

Eden bonds to her instantly, which Zayna finds strange. I don’t. From the first time I held her, I sensed deep down she needed a woman. I watch every interaction they have and by their third day together, Eden smiles when she looks at Zayna’s face and her expression gets confused and brooding when Zayna looks away.

My daughter.

Her cheeks have morepink in them each day and the routine I get into with Zayna gives us time to learn how the other works. Zayna seems to understand me completely. I find her a mystery. Each morning, she wakes up first and asks if I want coffee in bed.

What type of crazy ass man would say “no” to that? I let her get out of bed and check on the baby — and I check on her via the baby monitor Tanner made me get — then when she leaves theroom, I listen to her walk into the kitchen. She sings some song I don’t recognize while she makes the coffee. It’s pretty good too.

We don’t mention what she asked me that night and frankly, I’m grateful. I want to know more about her. Zayna artfully dodges most of my questions, but I’ll get the information I want… eventually.

Just watching her is a good enough distraction. I haven’t tried to put my tongue between her legs again. Can’t tell if she’s disappointed or grateful. I like watching her. Reminds me that I still have a hunting instinct and it keeps my mind off the bloody carnage I got up to at Oske’s trailer.

Keeping an eye on Zayna and Eden keeps my mind off meth. I never considered myself addicted to the stuff but… if I have too much time on my hands, it becomes a habit. A bad habit. Worst thing I ever did was end up in Canada after a meth binge with a fresh tattoo on my ass and my wallet $15,000 lighter. Ethan Shaw makes a terrible gambling partner. That motherfucker is cursed.

Nope. No need for meth when I have Zayna’s sexy ass to get a high from all damn day. Even in sweatpants, she just has an incredible body. It’s so hot… like something unnatural. Except… she is natural. I put my hands all over her and I know it.

Several days of keeping my hands off her and trying to remind her that I’m not a killer might be going well. I haven’t done anything creepy. I stayed away from meth. Even when I sleep, I don’t put my hands on her. I don’t even cuddle her, even if it’s tempting. Zayna doesn’t seem to be warming up to me.

She calls me a “hillbilly” one time under her breath when she thinks I can’t hear her. I don’t even know what I did wrong. She never explains… just like Tamiya. I at least wish Zayna would hit me instead of cutting me those dirty looks. It makes me nervous about her getting me coffee.

But just when I get too nervous, the next morning when Zayna wakes up and offers to make me coffee, I’m about to reject her when Tamiya texts me.

Tamiya: Got information. Call me.

“Sure, Zayna,”I say, making steady eye contact with her, even if it makes my dick twitch and could potentially lead to me staying semi-hard all morning. “Coffee. My sister-in-law wants to call.”

“Okay.”

I don’t know why I feel the urge to make an excuse.

“She needs parenting advice.”

It’s the dumbest lie. Zayna bites down on her lower lip to stop herself from saying something and she leaves the room. I hear Zeus bark twice and follow her into the kitchen. I swear Zeus likes her more than me now. She must be slipping him treats when she cooks. I didn’t ask her to do that but one night of my delicious ground venison sloppy joe, and Zayna insisted on cooking.

She also gives me this list of mysterious items I need, which I’ll handle after this call with Tamiya. What the fuck is paprika?

Within secondsof me responding to Tamiya, she calls.

“Good morning, Tamiya.”

“Don’t kiss my ass.”

All I said was good morning… but I don’t argue with her. I have been desperately waiting for information about Zayna and I don’t want to cause any problems with Tamiya, lest she make this more difficult for me.

“Okay.”

“How is she? How is Eden?”

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