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“Hold on, Kayla. I want you to speak to German. He’s sitting right next to me.” Maddy put her phone on speaker then.

“That bastard called you this morning?” German spoke, sounding pissed. “What the hell did he say?”

I began to shake. “He said he’s coming for me. That I don’t have a choice in what he’s doing. He even had the nerve to tell me what to wear, the sick bastard!”

I scoured my closet for some clothes. I avoided anything red like the plague. Settling on a pair of jeans and a blue tank top, I quickly got dressed.

“Listen, Kayla. My Brother Ox is going to be there in just a few hours. But, if you see Ghost lurking around your apartment before then, I want you to call the police. As much as I hate to involve them, there’s nothing we can do until Ox gets into town. You might not be able to wait on him if things escalate faster than expected.”

“Okay,” I whispered, fisting my hands together to still their jittering. “I’ll do that.”

“My phone is going to be on me all day. Call me if you need anything,” Maddy said, comforting me all the way from Nevada.

“Thank you,” I told them, so grateful that I had someone like Maddy in my life. “I don’t know what I’d do without your help.”

“Hang in there,” Maddy told me. “Help is on the way.”

Ox

At the rest stop,I checked my phone and saw German had texted me while I’d been riding. The message read:Ghost is escalating. Called Kayla this morning. Said he was going to show up at her place tonight. The sick fuck even told her what to wear. Get there as quickly as you can. The girl’s a fucking a mess, and so is mine because of it.

“I’m an hour out,”I texted back, though it was more like two. However, the way I drove, it was doable.“Tell her I’ll be there soon.”

I made it in forty-five minutes. Stepping off my bike, I glanced around the run-down apartment complex. I doubted if anyone would notice someone like Ghost slinking around this place. There wasn’t a single security camera in sight in this part of town. I’m sure the locks on Kayla’s door would be of the bargain basement variety as well. The kind that would take five seconds to kick in if someone were so inclined. And Ghost had proven he was more than inclined. He was a man possessed.

Finding her apartment number, I walked over to the door and knocked. I heard the soft patter of feet, then the raspy sound of a chain sliding off a track.

Stepping back from the door a few feet, so as not to startle the girl with my hulking size, I noticed her door didn’t have a spyglass on it. Which meant she was opening it without knowing who was standing on the opposite side. I was definitely going to have a talk with her about that bit of foolishness as soon as I scouted her apartment for other potentially dangerous issues.

Kayla stepped outside then and I had to remind myself not to react. I’d never gotten a picture of the woman, just been told that she was a short blonde in her early twenties. But now, seeing her up close and personal, I totally got why she’d caught Ghost’s eye. She was fucking stunning! And the kind of curvy that made my dick stand up and salute the female form.

“Hey,” I said, after catching myself staring a little too hard at the petite blonde. “I’m Ox. You must be Kayla.”

The girl’s beautiful brown eyes rounded with surprise as they moved up, and up some more, after that. I guess nobody had thought to fill her in about what I looked like either. I get it. I’m six-six and solid muscle. It takes some people a minute to get used to me. And this girl was tiny, though filled out in all my favorite places.

“Ox?” she repeated, her voice soft and melodic.

I smiled, realizing how strange my road name must sound to someone outside of the Club. “My parents named me Greg, but my Brothers named me Ox. It’s what I prefer.”

Her eyes scanned me up and down and she smiled. “I can see why. The name suits you well.”

Damn, I wish German had told me how good looking she was! Then I might have been prepared for our meeting without looking like some loser pervert recently released from prison. I bet the asshole had done it on purpose, too, thinking my reaction would be hilarious. I’d be having words with my Brother later. And by words, I meant his face would be meeting my fist more than once.

“Maddy called ahead and said you’d be arriving in a few hours. Thanks for getting here so fast.” Widening the door, she stepped to the side and said, “Do you want to come in?”

I’d like to come inside in more ways than one. Jesus, what was wrong with me? This girl was going through hell and all I could do was think about getting my dick wet!

Following behind her, my eyes dropped to her round, juicy ass and I nearly groaned. Fuck me! She looked just as good from behind as she did from the front. This girl, though probably only five-two, had curves for days. And I couldn’t help but think what I’d like to do if I was lucky enough to get my hands on them.

“Are you thirsty?” Kayla asked then.

My eyes snapped back up to her face as she glanced over her shoulder. It took me a second to process what she’d said. When she did, I realized how lecherous I must look, drooling over her hot body. I bet I did look thirsty. But not in the way she’d meant.

“You got a bottle of water, Babe?” I asked, my throat suddenly parched. I could blame it on the long drive. Or, maybe, it was something else causing my discomfort.

“You’ve had a long trip,” she noted, going to her fridge to pull out a bottle of water. “Are you hungry? Can I fix you something to eat?”

Shit! She could cook, too? If I didn’t have a boner for her before, I certainly did now. I tried to keep my eyes from straying to her amazing rack when I said, “I could eat.”

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