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Relief floods me and I cling to his shoulders, closing my eyes as his kisses travel down my neck and over my chest. “I love you, Nita. Only you.”
Chapter Three
Atlas
“We got it all on CCTV,” says Grizz, laughing.
I roll my eyes. “Pervs.”
“Hey, if you’re gonna fuck in the car park, it’s gonna get shown to the guys,” says Fletch.
“And you knew we were gonna see it,” states Axel, shaking his head, “cos you cleverly covered every part of her body from the cameras.”
“A gentleman even when he’s fucking her in the car park,” Fury jokes.
“All that aside,” says Axel, his tone more serious, “did you talk to her and straighten shit out?”
I shake my head. “Nah, it wasn’t the right time.”
“Brother, I’m gonna need to send you on a run,” he adds.
I shrug. “It’s fine. She don’t check in with me on the daily.”
“Only when she needs to fuck, right?” Grizz cuts in, his expression almost pitiful.
“Just send me the details,” I mutter, pushing my breakfast away. “I’ll be ready.”
Axel nods once and jerks his chin towards the hallway. “Come to the office. We’ll talk.”
I follow him, leaving the others laughing. The door clicks shut behind us, cutting off the noise. Axel sinks into his chair and eyes me for a second too long.
“What?” I ask, folding my arms.
“You look like shit.”
“Feel it too.”
He leans back, lacing his fingers over his stomach. “You sure you’re good for this run?”
I raise a brow. “You just said you needed me. Don’t start going soft.”
He smirks, but it’s brief. “This one’s not the usual. No drop-off, no guns, no threats.”
“Well, I’m already disappointed.”
Axel picks up a photo from his desk and slides it across to me. A young woman stares back at me, her eyes too wide, makeup smudged like she’s been crying. “Name’s Kasey. Her old man’s some biker trash out in East Anglia. He ain’t in a club, but he’s been dealing with crews we don’t like. Word is, she ran off. Last ping was a petrol station off the A47. She’s got a half-sister who used to work for one of our legit fronts, and she asked for our help.”
I frown. “You want me to track down some runaway kid?”
“I respect her sister. She was hard working, and she wouldn’t ask unless she needed help.”
I stare at the picture. “You want me to bring her back?”
“To the clubhouse, yeah. Keep her safe ‘til her sister figures out next steps.”
I rake a hand through my hair. “And why me?”
Axel fixes me with a look. “Because I trust you to protect her and not scare her off. And because you need to get your head straight.”
