I have to go.”
He pulled away from her and Daisy backed towards the door, keeping him in her line of sight until she exited the building.
Just as she was about to close the door, Junior said, “one day soon, I’m gonna stick my cock in every hole you got.”
Chapter Eight
An hour later, Daisy sang along with Drowning Pool as they screamed about dropping some bodies on the floor. The iPod blasted in her ears, as she pummeled the punching bag in the motel gym.
She’d stripped off her waitress uniform in favor of yoga pants and a black T-shirt, wrapped her hands with first aid tape, and put on the pair of boxing gloves she always carried with her. She pounded the heavy bag, taking out her frustration on it.
Rapey, biker dickheads…
“Just the way I like my bitches,” she muttered, then she smashed into the bag hard. Once. Twice. Remembering the feel of Junior’s slimy tongue down her throat, she pretended to sock him right in the kisser.
“Hey! Earth to Daisy!” Cowboy called.
Holy shit!
“What the fuck?!” she screeched, moving into a fighting stance, knees bent, fists at the ready.
She found Cowboy right behind her, an amused expression on his face. Dammit. He had some serious ninja skills. First the hotel room, and now sneaking up behind her at the gym
“Hey! Take it easy. It’s only me!” He backed off, keeping his hands up.
“Sorry. I’m a bit on edge tonight.” Her heart galloped wildly in her chest.
He looked slightly windblown and irritatingly sexy. His hair fell down below his ears, so different from the jarheads she’d grown accustomed to. Instead of being spit-shined, his boots were road-dusted.
He sat down on a nearby weightlifting bench and removed the six-pack tucked under his arm. He offered her one and she took it gratefully.
“Find out anything useful tonight?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No. You?”
“Fuck no.”
“I didn’t get any new Intel, but I think I might have a lead. Did you see the suit guy the other night?” she asked.
“Yeah, I noticed him.”
“He asked me to go for a drink and I’m going to take him up on it, see if he’s noticed anything, since he hangs out there all the time.”
His head jerked to the side. “He asked you on a date?”
She raised a brow at his tone. “I’m going to pump him for information and that’s it.”
“Long as it’s the only thing you pump him for,” he muttered, but the sudden stiffness in his shoulders eased a bit. “You know, that was some fucked up shit tonight,” he mused.
“You mean this isn’t old hat for you?” She popped the top of the beer and sat cross-legged on the floor across from him. “I thought all bikers had crazy parties.”
He took a swig of the beer. “Yeah, sure we rock star with the best of ‘em. A pussyfest isn’t a big deal, but the girls were high and paid to be the entertainment .” His mouth twisted. “And the drugs? That’s some nasty shit. The Horsemen do a little weed and some moonshine, but nothing hardcore.”
“Yeah, not my scene either.”
She thought of Junior and his disturbing plans. Thankfully, she had tomorrow night off, so it gave her a bit of a reprieve. She briefly contemplated telling Cowboy, but ultimately decided against it. His chivalrous streak could sabotage the mission.
“I’m sorry that dickhead grabbed you,” he said suddenly, referring to Unlucky. “I couldn’t think of a way to intervene without raising a red flag. But after we get what we came for? I’m going to put a serious hurt on him.”
She snorted. “Get in line. He vaulted to the top of my shit list.” The list grew longer every day—Rock, Junior, Unlucky.
“After tonight, I’m rethinking this plan. I’m there at the bar with you, but if something bad goes down, I can’t protect you.”
“Not a problem, because I don’t need protection.”
She’d agreed to help, not to be treated like somebody’s wife or girlfriend. Marines
He pulled away from her and Daisy backed towards the door, keeping him in her line of sight until she exited the building.
Just as she was about to close the door, Junior said, “one day soon, I’m gonna stick my cock in every hole you got.”
Chapter Eight
An hour later, Daisy sang along with Drowning Pool as they screamed about dropping some bodies on the floor. The iPod blasted in her ears, as she pummeled the punching bag in the motel gym.
She’d stripped off her waitress uniform in favor of yoga pants and a black T-shirt, wrapped her hands with first aid tape, and put on the pair of boxing gloves she always carried with her. She pounded the heavy bag, taking out her frustration on it.
Rapey, biker dickheads…
“Just the way I like my bitches,” she muttered, then she smashed into the bag hard. Once. Twice. Remembering the feel of Junior’s slimy tongue down her throat, she pretended to sock him right in the kisser.
“Hey! Earth to Daisy!” Cowboy called.
Holy shit!
“What the fuck?!” she screeched, moving into a fighting stance, knees bent, fists at the ready.
She found Cowboy right behind her, an amused expression on his face. Dammit. He had some serious ninja skills. First the hotel room, and now sneaking up behind her at the gym
“Hey! Take it easy. It’s only me!” He backed off, keeping his hands up.
“Sorry. I’m a bit on edge tonight.” Her heart galloped wildly in her chest.
He looked slightly windblown and irritatingly sexy. His hair fell down below his ears, so different from the jarheads she’d grown accustomed to. Instead of being spit-shined, his boots were road-dusted.
He sat down on a nearby weightlifting bench and removed the six-pack tucked under his arm. He offered her one and she took it gratefully.
“Find out anything useful tonight?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No. You?”
“Fuck no.”
“I didn’t get any new Intel, but I think I might have a lead. Did you see the suit guy the other night?” she asked.
“Yeah, I noticed him.”
“He asked me to go for a drink and I’m going to take him up on it, see if he’s noticed anything, since he hangs out there all the time.”
His head jerked to the side. “He asked you on a date?”
She raised a brow at his tone. “I’m going to pump him for information and that’s it.”
“Long as it’s the only thing you pump him for,” he muttered, but the sudden stiffness in his shoulders eased a bit. “You know, that was some fucked up shit tonight,” he mused.
“You mean this isn’t old hat for you?” She popped the top of the beer and sat cross-legged on the floor across from him. “I thought all bikers had crazy parties.”
He took a swig of the beer. “Yeah, sure we rock star with the best of ‘em. A pussyfest isn’t a big deal, but the girls were high and paid to be the entertainment .” His mouth twisted. “And the drugs? That’s some nasty shit. The Horsemen do a little weed and some moonshine, but nothing hardcore.”
“Yeah, not my scene either.”
She thought of Junior and his disturbing plans. Thankfully, she had tomorrow night off, so it gave her a bit of a reprieve. She briefly contemplated telling Cowboy, but ultimately decided against it. His chivalrous streak could sabotage the mission.
“I’m sorry that dickhead grabbed you,” he said suddenly, referring to Unlucky. “I couldn’t think of a way to intervene without raising a red flag. But after we get what we came for? I’m going to put a serious hurt on him.”
She snorted. “Get in line. He vaulted to the top of my shit list.” The list grew longer every day—Rock, Junior, Unlucky.
“After tonight, I’m rethinking this plan. I’m there at the bar with you, but if something bad goes down, I can’t protect you.”
“Not a problem, because I don’t need protection.”
She’d agreed to help, not to be treated like somebody’s wife or girlfriend. Marines
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