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Her shoulders sagged.
“Well, not until you at least agree to help me. The judge isn’t so honorable, and neither was his fucking son. You’re going to have to trust me.”
“Trust you?” She crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her beautiful breasts higher. “I don’t even know you. Why the hell would I trust you?”
She scowled when she caught me staring. I grinned and shrugged. There was no way I’d hide my attraction, and her “don’t give a shit” attitude turned me on. Most women cowered around me, giving me anything I wanted, not even arguing against anything I said, even if it was bullshit. But Gina… Gina was the type of woman who’d keep me on my toes.
If I’d wanted someone.
She didn’t know me, and she was right not to trust me. Over the years, I’d become everything my father had hoped and everything I despised—an outlaw, a One-Percenter. I wasn’t helping her out of the kindness of my heart. Fuck that shit. She could get me what I wanted. If she wanted my help, she’d have no choice but to trust me, just like I had to trust she’d help me.
“I don’t know you either, Gina.” I shrugged dismissively. “But none of it matters.”
At this point, whether we knew one another was the least of our problems. Her brother was missing, and my father was an innocent man, jailed in one of the deadliest prisons in the country. We needed each other. I’d trust her as far as I could see her, and if she crossed me, I’d treat her like the enemy and bury her sexy ass in the desert with the rest of the bodies. No matter how much I wanted to be inside her, if she fucked me over, she wouldn’t make it out of this arrangement alive.
“Save your brother in exchange for clearing my father’s name. Sounds like a sweet deal to me, Gina.”
“It would,” she mumbled.
I smirked, cocked my head, and stared into her indecisive big brown eyes. Eyes, if I wasn’t careful, I’d get lost in forever.
“So, what do you say, beautiful?”Say yes.“We got a deal?”
“Clear your father’s name in exchange for your help finding my brother,” she said, repeating my offer. I nodded, and she sighed, then gave a resigned nod. “Deal.”
Excitement filled me, not only because I’d get somewhere clearing my father’s name but because I’d get to spend some time with her. The shit she made me feel, I wanted to experience more of. I wasn’t in the market for a relationship, nor was I a relationship type of guy. The countless one-night stands and whatever I needed from the club whores quelled my need for a long-term relationship. However, I wouldn’t mind a good time with the gorgeous attorney. Hopefully, while I was fucking her, she wouldn’t fuck me over.
CHAPTER FOUR
REGINA
Son of a bitch! What in the hell did I just agree to?
I rubbed my temples, trying to stave off the migraine creeping in, already regretting the deal I’d made with Tavish. From the irresistible grin on his extremely handsome face, I might be in trouble. Not physical danger—well, at least I hoped not—but emotionally. Emotionally, I was screwed.
I groaned.
I wasn’t oblivious to his eyes scorching a path across my skin. Hopefully, I’d tamp down my dirty thoughts and feelings before things got out of hand. At least, I hoped I could. I needed to find David, not get sexed down by a fine-ass biker.
A killer.
Priority number one was David, not my deprived vagina, I reminded myself, though I couldn’t deny a tiny part of me hoped I’d get to have some fun with the gorgeous man in front of me.
I’d been looking for David for over six months. Lord knew what he was experiencing, and it was all my fault. I should have protected him, but I’d been so focused on work, he slipped through the cracks.
It’s my fault he slipped through the cracks.
The thought of what he might be going through tore at my insides and ripped apart my very soul. He was fifteen years younger than me, and it had been hard to have a close relationship because of our age difference. But he was still my brother, and now, he was gone.
Panic like I’d never experienced before rose inside me, swirled in my gut, and then crawled up my throat. The walls of the tiny office closed in tighter, cutting off what little air I had left. I bent over at the waist, gasping and clutching at my chest as anxiety spurted through me.
“Oh, God.” I gasped for air.“I can’t breathe.”
“Breathe, Gina.” Tavish’s rich timbre draped me in a wave of peace. The warmth of his palm rubbing my back soothed the tension building in my body. “Breathe, doll. I got you.”
He’s got me.
Desperately trying to slow my breaths, I embraced Tavish’s comforting words like they were my last lifeline. I needed to calm down. I needed to remain focused. Strong.
