Page 7 of Blunted

“Why don't you just buy a house?” he asks, confused. Lifting his hand, he runs his fingers through his hair, making sure it’s still laying back.

“Because the location of this building is perfect. It is close to here and town, but at the same time it is secluded. It's the only building on the street. No neighbors, quiet.”

“You should have been a hermit,” he calmly states. He’s not wrong, I don’t like people on the best of days. The club is enough for me. Flynn and I go way back. We worked together for the government years ago, but we left when our families needed us. I went back to New York to help my step-father run the club and to also learn about business. Flynn came here to take over the motorcycle club after his father passed. We stayed in touch, talked every week, but about eighteen months ago I could not get a hold of him, so I came down here to find him. I found out the club had been ambushed on a run. Flynn had been shot, took seven bullets, and was in a coma at the hospital. He pulled through but it took a while for him to get back on his feet, and he is still not a hundred percent. I stayed here to look after him, to help him get the club out of the shit they were in that got him hurt in the first place, and I like it here, so I stayed. So far as the club goes, I don't agree wholeheartedly in all their codes or even all the members. There are only five of them I trust, would go into battle with, the rest of them I would have no problem wasting. If I can’t go all in, then I won’t go in at all, that's just how I am.

“Whatever, I just want a place to go where I can be alone. No bullshit going on. We've had enough turmoil in our lives, Flynn. Hell, we still do, dealing with the club,” I try to explain my behavior. Flynn and I used to fight together in the Army, been like brothers since, and the guy still can’t figure me out.

“That's true.” He nods, agreeing.

“Besides, you’re one to talk, Mr. Cabin with thirty acres, out in the middle of nowhere,” I sneer sarcastically.

Before Flynn can reply, my phone buzzes in my pocket. Taking it out I see Bley is calling. “Ah, speaking of the devil,” I mumble, putting my finger up to motion that I need to take this.

“Tell me you have good news, Bley,” I demand, answering the phone.

“Uh, I wish I could, Lincoln, but I'm sorry to say there is nothing I can do,” he states nervously.

“The property owners are in Spain and won't take my calls. The real estate agent I'm dealing with is gallivanting around Europe and can't be found. I even tried talking to Mrs. Ruth, the woman from the real estate management company who rented the unit, but she would not even consider trying to find the girl a new place. Said she already showed her every available unit in this town already,” he informs, and my teeth grit from the rage building inside of me.

“Jesus, Bley, you’re worthless, you know that?” I snap.

“Lincoln, I will keep my eye on the situation but, seriously, it's only a year. Besides, the girl is nice and cute as fuck,” he replies defeated.

“I'm not looking for a date, Bley, I'm trying to buy a building. Besides, how do you know she is nice and cute as fuck?”

“Lincoln, I'm sorry but for right now you only have three choices here. You can try to pay the girl to move. You can make her life so miserable there she will want to move, or you can just wait the year out,” he suggests, not answering the second half of my question.

“Those are my choices? Jesus, Bley, do I seem like the kind of man who wants to play games? Get something done and don't call me back until you do.” I end the call.

“Take it things aren't working out,” Flynn quips with a grin on his face.

“Shut the hell up,” I fire back, turning to walk out of the club.

“Where are you going?” Flynn asks, chuckling.

“To get this stupid girl to move the fuck out of my building.” I slam the door behind me.

I get in my car, not in the mood to get my bike out of the clubhouse garage and drive back to the condo. On the way, remembering Bley's description of her, “nice and cute as fuck.” Great, she will probably have the place full of giggling girls, listening to rap music, and painting their damn nails and shit all night, keeping me up. Well, I’m sure as hell not going to pay this girl shit. I guess I'm taking option two then, try and make her life miserable so she wants to move. Jesus, what the hell has my life become?

7

LINCOLN

Pulling into the parking lot of the condo, I see a truck backed up to the door. What the hell! I skid the car in a parking slot, slam it into park, and get out, stomping over to the truck. Who the hell drives over a curb and on top of a sidewalk? Running my hand through my hair, I scan the route from the curb to the truck that I now notice is blocking the entrance to the building. Music is blaring so loud I can't even hear myself think. Blood-boiling mad, I march over to the truck—noticing it is full of boxes—before I lean across the tailgate to see inside the building. Waiting a few seconds, I see her coming down the stairs, actually, I think she's dancing? Her hands are doing some weird dance moves in the air as she shakes her hips. She takes one step down but then steps back up and then steps back down. Yep, she's dancing, and Christ, at this rate it's going to take her all day to get to the bottom landing, much less move all these boxes.

After a few seconds of watching her dance my blood pressure returns to a normal level, and I realize she is damn cute. Actually, strike that, she is damn sexy. She has a thin frame, her handful-sized tits bouncing under her tank top make my dick twitch. She turns a little and I can see her delectable ass, two perfect globes pressing against skintight jeans. Damn, I lick my lips, wanting to reach out and cup them in my hands. Suddenly she turns in my direction and sees me staring at her. Her mouth drops open and she freezes mid dance, her hands in the air, her hips shifted to one side, and I have to bite my cheek to keep from smiling. She regains her composure, straightens her body, and drops her arms down to her sides.

After a beat, she heads down the stairs toward me, standing on the other side of the tailgate, she looks at the boxes covering it and frowns. She motions to me with her hand to back up as she gets on the ground and crawls under the edge of the tailgate and comes up in front of me. I don't move back so when she stands up, we are inches apart. I look down at her small, heart-shaped angelic face. Tendrils of loose chestnut hair have escaped the ponytail at the back of her head, making me want to reach out and rub the silky strands between my fingers as I tuck them back behind her ears. She lets out a soft gasp, causing her thick pouty lips to slightly part. Imagining sucking them between mine makes me have to shift my stance to keep my growing erection from being noticeable. I shift my gaze from her lips up to her large almond-shaped eyes. I had been captured by them yesterday, but this close up I am completely lost in their beauty. They are wide set, dark, and surrounded by long thick lashes. Looking into them, they are full of curiosity and mischief. I back up to keep myself from grabbing her and kissing her.

Slipping past me she gets close enough that I take in her scent. She smells sweet, like vanilla and nutmeg, making me want to devour her on the spot. She gets in the truck and pulls it forward. Two of the boxes fall off the tailgate and land on the sidewalk as she drives over the curb, and I can't help but chuckle. Parking the truck, she heads back toward me. Glancing over she notices the boxes that have fallen on the sidewalk, she sighs but continues on toward me. Stopping in front of me, she says. “I am so sorry, I thought you would be at work all day.” Her voice is smooth like velvet, which makes it hard to yell at her.

Remembering my mission, I straighten up and bark, “Who the hell taught you how to drive?”

Wincing at my tone, she takes a step back, but then she answers, “Ummm, my friend...Ben?”

Did this girl really think I wanted an answer or is she being a smart-ass.“Don't drive over the curbs or park on the sidewalk. And make sure you shut that door when you’re done.” I can’t help the growl in my voice, the shit I’m saying is common sense. She lowers her head like a scolded child and nods that she understands. Satisfied that I have upset her, I turn and storm up the stairs to my condo.

Damn, I'm an asshole, but I can't be nice to this girl. I need her to move. Shit, I wouldn't mind getting a taste of her before she does though.

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