Page 18 of Truth

“Look, this is getting to be a little too much. I get you want me to think you’re a nice guy since Germ’s like hella infatuated with you and all, but it doesn't matter. I can see right through you, your little vest, your little brotherhood, and your little bitches.” I gazed down at his length resting on his left thigh.

He laughed because he knew I couldn’t say that was little. Shit, was he even human? Jesus Christ.

He threw his hands up. His helmet was in one of them. He walked toward his bike. It was a Ducati. He’d never know it, but I loved the look of the Ducatis. Germ had wanted one for a while, and even though his Harley Davidson was a used one, I had plans to purchase him one in the future.

Before he slid on his motorcycle, a group of bikers headed toward us. It was about six or seven. It was hard to tell as the sun shielded a complete view of them. It all happened so quickly. Within seconds, Truth pushed me behind him and reached for his waist, but it was too late. They revved their motors and howled before the sound of gunshots pierced the air. He pushed me down to the ground. My body was trapped underneath his. As the sound of their engines faded, he sat up, panic clothing his face as he studied me.

When he touched my face, I shoved his hand away.

“I-I’m fine.” I was fine, except I felt like I’d been hit by a truck.

“I’ma kill those motherfuckers.”

He stood up then extended his hand, waiting for me to grab ahold of it. I hesitated, but when he pinched his lips, I slid my hand inside of his and stood.

“You do know what this means, don’t you?”

“Uh, that someone’s trying to kill you?” I looked around. I was still in disbelief. “I have no enemies, sir.”

I brushed myself off and winced from the pain in my shoulder and recently bruised palm.

“They saw you too. That means you’re coming with me.”

“What?” I gawked. “I can call Triple A! For all I know, they didn’t even see my face.”

My rant was short lived when he attacked my mouth, confirming what I felt since our paths had crossed. I had no clue what the fuck was going on, but my body immediately submitted to his. His tongue and teeth clashed with mine, and when his hands, his huge hands, cupped my ass, I moaned in his mouth. The feel of his chiseled chest and solid arms had me wanting to climb him and take his ass down.

This was wrong… so wrong, but everything about it felt right, especially after a run in where guns were fired and I could have been killed. I knew I wasn’t thinking clearly when I slid my hands down his length. Suddenly, he stepped back. His eyes hung low as he breathed like a raging bull.

I was at a loss for words, panting as I touched my lips which were swollen to touch. His was too, and God, I wanted them on mine again. He put his hands on his hips and cursed underneath his breath.

Damn, was it that bad?

“That shouldn’t have happened.”

I looked around, grabbing my purse that had fallen. My eyes watered, and my vision blurred. My fucking feelings were hurt, and having an audience of spectators didn’t help it as they began to gather around.

After I flung my purse on my arm, I turned to face him and poked him in the chest.

“After today, leave me the fuck alone! I don’t care if an army comes barreling down the street. Act like I don’t exist. Thank you very much!” I turned on my heels as I shoved tears from each cheek. I hated that he’d seen me cry.

“Do I need to pick you up again and spank that ass?” he spat. “The fuck you want me to do, Merci? Say I like you? That I can’tstop thinking about your mean ass who’s committed to looking like you lost your fucking best friend?”

Because I had. He just didn’t know it. I had nothing to say, feeling my shoulders slump. Did he like me, or did he pity me? I wasn’t prepared for either.

“Yeah. I said that shit. You know what!” He threw up his hands. “Never mind.”

“Wait. You don’t like me anymore?” I asked aloud, not realizing I had until I did.

Before he could answer, the cops were barreling around the corner. He moved quickly, jetting off toward his bike.

“Merci, get out your fucking head. Let’s go!”

“Shoot,” I grumbled, and like the women I’d judged because being around a man like Truth made you lose common sense, off I went when I hopped onto his bike.

“Whatever you do, don’t let go. Ever.”

I gulped and nodded because like it or not, I was a hypocrite. He saved my life, and I still wanted Germ to stay the fuck away from him and the fucking Saint Riderz. The question was… Could I?

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