Page 53 of Scorched King

“We’re good here. I already placed an order and will be heading that way in a few minutes to pick it up.”

I nodded. “Cool, man. Well, I’ll get out of your way. I want to do a back perimeter sweep of the compound anyways. Some of the cameras out there have been a little glitchy. Catch ya later.” I stepped back off the porch and headed around back like I’d said. I didn’t want to linger and give Bear any reason to be suspicious. Now more than ever I had to watch every step I took. This was not the time to take unnecessary risks.

However, I did need to get to the girl. Since tonight might be my only chance, I would have to circle back and wait for Bear to head to the clubhouse. That would give me maybe ten minutes, if I was lucky. Not much time, but it could work.

I disappeared into the inky darkness behind the cabin and away from the security cameras I knew would track any movement coming and going. Part of me wanted to abandon this plan. The appearance of Bear had forced me off script and any unplanned moves could get me caught.

However, the sweat of desperation permeated the air around me as I dropped behind a tree to wait. When JD had come out of Tel’s office, I could see he was at the end of his rope. Soon, he would take desperate measures, and I had to secure my safety.

Ten minutes passed with no movement in or out of the cabin. All the windows and blinds were closed giving me not a hint of what went on behind them. Maybe all that talk about Bear wanting the Prez’s girl had more merit than everyone thought.

Were they inside fucking as I stood out here like a swinging fucking dick?

Anger swelled in my veins as the predicament I found myself in started to crawl up my back and into my head. This whole situation was fucked. I should have taken my money and run while I had the chance. Only running from an MC like Wrath was not how I intended to spend the rest of my life.

A warning hoot from a nearby owl sounded to my right. The local wildlife didn’t like my presence, and they weren’t afraid to let me know. I’d need to move on soon before I stirred up more trouble than I bargained on.

Not to mention the soft misty rain of earlier had turned into a swell of wind and heavier rain, that had soaked through my clothes. I was fucking cold and wet and more annoyed than ever.

This was all her fault. If that fucking bitch would have stayed out of the building like she was supposed to, none of this wouldhave happened. When the club took down the Mazzeo brat, my involvement would have died along with him. Instead, JD had gone on the warpath over a chick he didn’t even want.

Well, I could take care of that complication for him. One slice of the knife hiding in my boot against her scrawny neck would end all of our problems. My snitch would be gone and unable to identify me, and the Prez could get back to managing his fucking club instead of panting after a woman that was trying to ruin everything.

JD should have learned by now that bitches weren’t worth the trouble if you have them for anything more than a bounce on your dick now and then. Especially, if you got one pregnant and she started hanging that shit over your head every ten fucking minutes.

This plan officially sucked.

I was ready to pack it in and call it a night when Bear emerged from the cabin and headed in the direction of the clubhouse.

Fucking finally.

I peeled away from the tree and crept silently to the back door I’d rigged the last time I visited.

Five minutes or less. That’s all it was going to take to silence this bitch once and for all.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Sasha

Telling Bear we could never be more than friends had gone better than expected. I don’t know why I’d worried he’d make it hard on me. The man had been nothing but supportive since we’d landed in the hospital together and I’d been open about my feelings towards JD.

Still, my stomach had burned with the acid of fear until his face had transformed into a sad smile. They called him Bear because of his size, but to me, it was because of how protective—and cuddly—he’d become. I bit back a grimace. That last part I’d keep to myself.

MC men were rough, hard, and bad ass. The last thing any of them wanted to be called would be a cuddly bear, especially in the midst of a brush off. Although I hope it didn’t come across that callous to him. I’d done my best to be sensitive.

Now I needed to move on.

It was time to get out of these sweaty clothes. While my yoga gear proved more than comfortable throughout the day, betweenthe exercise and the fact I’d sweated bullets through my talk with Bear, I stunk. I’d take a shower and put on a little dress or something. Make myself look nice for whatever this talk with JD later might encompass.

Actually, all this talk of talking exhausted me. I needed action, not words. Ironic how these men of action were dragging their asses on getting anything done.

I walked into my bathroom, reached into the shower and set the dial to my preferred temperature. I had to admit that JD’s cabin had been remodeled into the perfect home. The two bedrooms were nearly identical, with each having their own luxurious bathroom. Although this one didn’t have the same lingering smell of the man who lived here like his did.

And no, I wasn’t going to admit to anyone how I knew that. I smiled into the darkness, grateful no one could see me. I’d gotten far too comfortable here. A mistake, definitely, but one I didn’t regret. And If I thought I could get away with it, I’d sneak into his room and shower there now.

I stifled a giggle at the image of him coming home and finding me in his personal space.

He might want to punish me…

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