Page 53 of Property of the Hellfire Riders

“We don’t even know if she’s telling the truth. This could all be a trap,” Hawk says then. His gaze returns to the two of us.

“That’s an elaborate lie though,” Tank says. “Like who the hell even comes up with something like that?”

“We can’t risk anything until we know for sure,” he says.

I don’t verbally agree with him, but I understand where he’s coming from. Not trusting Izzy about this could put her in serious harm.

“Tomorrow morning, Vance, I want you to take Izzy to her home. Let her pack, but be on the lookout for anything that might give us more on her history.”

“I’m on it.”

“I’ll check with my contact at the station. See if there even is a missing persons report on her friend,” Tank says.

“Good, we need all the information we can get.”

Hawk runs a hand over his face and sighs.

“If any of the guys ask, tell them to fuck off, okay?”

“With pleasure,” Tank nods.

Hawk turns to me, his eyes churning with many emotions I can’t decipher. “For now, until we know more about this, we keep this between us. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Tank and I chorus at the same time.

Hawk looks at me. “I’ll expect a call if there’s so much as a change in wind direction, understood?”

I nod, turning to look back at Tank.

I wish Hawk would’ve punched his mug for sleeping with Izzy, God damn it. But I know them both like I know my motorcycle. I have every single part memorized.

Tank’s all talk, but he doesn’t hook up with women unless he really cares about them.

How the hell did a woman we all want end up in the middle of such a storm? Hawk and Tank head inside. I take one moment to catch my breath, hoping for everyone’s sake this plays out alright.

I’m leaningagainst my bike, the polished chrome gleaming under the streetlight, when I catch sight of Izzy walking up. Themorning air is warm, and a slight breeze tousles her hair, lifting it like a halo around her face.

God, she’s stunning. Her brows furrowed as she walks up to me with a warm smile.

“Hey, Vance,” she says.

“How’d you sleep?” I ask, studying her still expression.

“Alright, I guess. Did Hawk come in?”

“No. He stayed up in his workshop.” The bastard couldn’t relax like the massive storm that had rolled in.

She stretches then and gives me a smile.

“No wonder I slept like a log.”

We both take in the sight of one another, and I savor the view. The way her lips are set, a hint of defiance tugging at the corners, as if she’s daring me to underestimate her. Her hands are tucked into the pockets of her jacket, fingers flexing restlessly, betraying a crack in that tough facade she wears so well.

“Tank said you were going to take me home so I can grab a few things?“

“That’s right.” I grin, pulling my helmet off the handlebars and tossing it to her. “Hop on. We’re burning daylight.”

She catches the helmet with ease, slipping it on as she swings one leg over the seat behind me. I feel her hands grip my waist, firm but not hesitant.

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