Page 23 of Unmasked Legacy

I jerk. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Baby, I can see it in your face. You’re wonderin’ how it feels to be on my cock.”

The arrogance of this man.

“Don’t call me baby, and trust me, I’m not.”

He grins.

Just get on with it, Mera.

“I want to find the missing girl.”

He pushes up off the chair, his interest piqued. “What?”

“I didn’t stutter, biker. I want to find that girl, and I need your help doing it. This entire town thinks it was me, and I’m going to find her and prove to everyone here that it wasn’t. I need your help to do that.”

His eyes darken, flashing with something I don’t quite understand. “What part of stay out of this shit didn’t you get?”

“Listen, we can have the same conversation over and over, or you can decide if you are going to help me or not. Either way, I’m going to find her.”

“Some fuckin’ psycho probably has her, and you want to roll in and be a fuckin’ hero?”

“My father was a psycho, what can I say? I’m invested.”

My tone is laced with sarcasm.

“How do you think I can help you?”

“You know people, you can find out things nobody else can. This is clearly some attempt at a copycat killer, or even someone wanting to frame me. Either way, it’s a person that I have no doubt is well hidden, and I can’t find that person on my own.”

He tips his head to the side. “What’s in it for me?”

“Well, you’ve made it clear that sex is out of the picture, so I guess the only thing left is that I will promise to leave town if you help me.”

He grins. “So you don’t want to fuck me?”

“God, you’re arrogant. No, I do not, I’m just stating that sex isn’t on the table, considering it’s usually the first thing someone offers.”

He keeps the grin.

“Will you help me or not?”

“If you agree to get out of town and stay out once we find that girl, no matter if you have answers or not, then yeah, I’ll help you.”

I grit my teeth. I don’t want to leave without answers, but I also can’t do this alone. I need his help, so I’ll just have to make sure while we are finding the missing girl that I am getting as many answers as I can.

“Deal,” I mutter.

Pushing to his feet, he takes a step toward me and leans down close, his breath smells like cigarette and ... fucking Esme.

“Know this, Kitten. If you fuck me over, you’ll wish you hadn’t. A deal is a deal. You leave when we are done.”

I exhale. “Yeah, I got it. Trust me.”

He steps back, letting me get to my feet. I move to the door, but he calls out just as I reach it. Turning, I stare at him, my expression blank. I’m praying I didn’t just make the biggest mistake of my life.

“Why are you so determined to get answers?”

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