Page 33 of Sapphire's Gem
“Wylde, what the fuck are you doing?” I snapped.
He parked up and turned to face me. “Saph, relax. I wanted a milkshake. That ain’t a crime. Not as much as you might think it is. You had a rough night, and a milkshake won’t hurt your throat. You and I see each other when I’m working; you only know one side of me.”
“Why does that matter?”
“Because, woman, I like you.”
“Even though you think I’m a criminal?”
Wylde laughed. “Maybe I’m perverse. Who knows or cares? I want to get to know you outside of being a cop and an MC president.”
“Why?”
“Because I like what I see.”
“Oh, not because you want to infiltrate my club,” I shot back, and Wylde laughed.
“Saph, I lack a few vital things for that,” he teased.
I sucked on my milkshake, wondering if Wylde was out to trap me. There was no way anyone would ever get me to snitch on my club or sisters. But what if Wylde were hoping I’d let my guard down around him? He could then find out shit and snoopthrough my stuff. No, this wasn’t a good idea, no matter how much I wanted to jump his bones. Too much was at risk.
Hayden
I was making Sapphire uneasy, which was great. I wanted her off guard and on edge. Sapphire tended to overthink things and would block any efforts made to breach her walls. I wasn’t quite sure why I was bothering to push, but it was like a moth to a flame. No doubt I’d get burned, but somehow, I thought it would be worth it. I wasn’t even sure what I wanted from her, but sitting here, drinking a milkshake, was pretty good.
Sapphire was studying me, trying to work out what was behind my motives. In all honesty, there wasn’t an ulterior motive right now; it was just about the company and getting to know her. Tonight, I wasn’t a cop, just a man with an attractive woman in his vehicle. Tomorrow, I’d tackle the difficulties of being with someone like Sapphire.
Sapphire shivered, so I reached over to the backseat and pulled my sports jacket across. I tucked it around her as she watched with wide brown eyes. A man could drown in their depths. Sapphire’s eyes spoke of secrets, making me want to unravel them and discover what she was hiding. There was more to her than a beautiful face and a smoking-hot body.
“Tell me, are you afraid of anything?” I asked.
Sapphire frowned. “Of course, I am. Why ask that?”
“Well, you’re not worried about Storm being hurt; you’re quite secure in the belief you can protect her. You weren’t worried tonight about being in the fire. And your sisters tackled and brought down eight armed men.”
“Maybe we don’t have the sense we were born with?” Sapphire said, and I laughed.
“Now I call bullshit. You all run successful businesses, so I know none of you are stupid.”
“Those gang members weren’t a threat to us. They might think they are, but they’re wrong. My chapter doesn’t stand alone. We never have. We’re part of a nationwide MC, and we also have an ally across the border,” Sapphire said, and I wondered who she meant.
I racked my brain. “Do you mean in Vermont or Massachusetts?”
“Yes and no. The national chapter is in New York City, but there is also a chapter in Yonkers, NY. But we have an ally in Maine.”
I frowned. There was a notorious club in Camden, Maine, the Royal Bastards. I chuckled as enlightenment hit me. “Royal Bastards MC and the Royal Harlots, your MCs are linked.”
“Yes and no. If we needed help, we could call on them, but it would come at a price. There is an alliance between the clubs.”
“Cost you how?” I asked, intrigued.
“Protection always comes with a price. Nobody does shit out of the goodness of their hearts. If we contacted Jameson, the RBMC national president, he’d want to be paid.”
I read between the lines. “You said Jameson, he’s not the president of the club in Maine?”
“No, that’s Warden. Storm’s brother, Soul, is a member there,” she replied.
“Would they want to run your club?”
