Page 371 of Hate Mates

“Nobody gets your meaning, you dumb fuck,” Grease suddenly gritted out, stepping smoothly between me and the small crowd of bikers looming at me.

He grabbed Stag’s arm, forcibly wrenching him back.

“Get the fuck away from her.”

Stag barked a laugh, and got in his face next.

“What’s it to you? The lady’s looking for a ride, and I’m about to let her-”

“Finish that sentence, and I’ll finish you. Fuck off back to the workshop. You’ve got bikes to repair. The rest of you, get fucked. I’ll deal with our unwelcome visitor.”

Unwelcome visitor?Ouch. As soon as he whirled to look at me again, his brothers departing as per his orders, I took a hasty step back, in case my libido tried to jump him again, because… did he get hotter overnight?

“Why. The. Fuck. Are. You. Here?”

Each word felt like a physical blow, and they hadn’t done that before last night. My god, was I starting to like this asshole?

“I’m sorry, I know you said not to come back, but-”

“But you got horny again, thinking about how good I fucked you?” Ugh! I reached up to slap him, just like I did last night, and once again, he caught my wrist and held it. No, not my wrist,myhand. He held my hand, and his grip wasn’t firm and threatening, it was, dammit, it was nice.

“No.”

He grinned, but didn’t release my hand, and why wasn’t I pulling it away? I had no idea.

“I’m sorry, it’s just I think my phone fell out of my pocket in the… uh…” I used to make whole sentences, but he seemed to be rendering me incapable all of a sudden.

“Ah… in all the fucking. I get that, and,fuck… did I hurt you?” His fingers brushed my cheek, and gently nudged my face up, as he stepped closer.

“Oh. I think I hit the wall at some point. It’s fine, doesn’t hurt. I just uh… didn’t want to put makeup over broken skin. I should have, I guess.”

He was still stroking my cheek, and I almost leaned into it. What the hell was happening to me?

“I’m sorry, cop. I didn’t mean to mark you up like that, I mean, not on the outside. Marked you pretty well inside though, huh?” He winked, and my god, why did my heart speed up?

I had to get the hell out of here, before I jumped him or something. Why was I suddenly so desperate for him to touch me, as in so desperate, I was still letting him stroke my cheek? I took a breath, pulling away from his touch, and that softness that had lightened the harsh aggressiveness of his face dissipated, and his mouth thinned.

“Let’s go find your phone, cop, so you can get lost.”

I followed him as he marched straight for that alley again, around the back of the building, catching the eye of a few of his biker brothers, as they loitered outside the clubhouse. They’d wonder where we were going, and what we were up to. Oh god. What if they thought he was informing on them? He could be in real danger because of me.

“Wait!” I caught his arm before we disappeared from their sight.

“What? You need to get out of here, and this’ll facilitate that, right?” He was moving again, and I followed, feeling like I was digging a hole for him, even as I ran behind him like a sad little puppy.

“Wait, dammit!”

He’d reached the aisle, and I saw him glance up at something on the corner of the building, and flip it off with both hands, and that’s when I realised it was a fucking camera. A camera on a metal beam, protruding from the corner, that was perfectly positioned to see what we’d done last night. Oh my god! Had he recorded us? Had he watched us fucking and played with himself? Was he storing it to use as blackmail?

“What the fuck is that?!”

Chapter Seven

TESIO / GREASE

It was pretty fucking obvious, but I turned to her anyway, and pointed at the thing she’d obviously noticed, since I’d flipped it off just in case Ice was watching.

“It’s called a camera. It records things.” Fuck! Itrecords. Ice saw us. Did that fucker record us?

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