clubhouse, I understand.”
“No, that’s not it at all. I’m actually off duty right now. You just want me to follow you over on my bike?”
“Yeah, that way if you need to leave you can. You’re not commandeering my car again.”
An innocent look spread across his face. “Me?”
“Yeah you.” She leaned up, kissing him softly on the mouth.
He went in for one more, wrapping an arm around her neck and putting his other hand at her hips. “I’ll see you when I get there.” He pulled away.
“Yeah, see you.” She stood up, throwing her apron behind the counter. “Sparkles, will you tell Wanda I’m out for the night?”
“Will do.”
Bianca made her way out to her car, stopping in her tracks when she saw a note tucked under her windshield wiper. Glancing around, she saw that Jagger hadn’t made his way outside yet.
Bianca Hawks, glad to see you around my school. Hope to see more of you soon. Interesting to know your boyfriend is a member of a motorcycle gang.
It wasn’t signed, but it didn’t have to be. She knew exactly who had left this message. Mr. Money Bags had thrown down a challenge, and now she had to figure out exactly how she was going to answer it.
“These stairs are a fucking death trap,” Jagger complained as they made their way up to her apartment.
“I know,” she sighed. Everyone who came to see her always complained about them.
“Tyler and I will be over here sometime tomorrow to fix them. They need an extra support.”
She raised her eyes. “You can do that kinda stuff?”
“Yeah,” he answered a little too quickly. “Well, Tyler can, and if he can, then I can.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him that Tyler could probably do a million things that he couldn’t do, but she decided that maybe she should keep that to herself. “Whatever you say.”
She unlocked her door and let him in. “Hang on, I forgot my mail.”
Going back down the stairs, she went to her small mailbox and rifled through the junk mail that was there. Taking it to her trash can, she threw it away. Glancing up and down the street, she froze, seeing a white van turn onto her street and almost stop.
“What’s wrong?” Jagger asked from where he stood.
For one night, she wanted a quiet time with him. “Nothing, just thought I saw someone I knew,” she shook her head, hurrying up the stairs.
He held the door open for her as she made it to him. It was then that the white van drove by. “That white van drive by out here often?” he asked. It looked just like the one that had run him off the road.
“No,” she answered quickly.
His brows drew together, but he didn’t push it. Walking inside, she put her stuff down and went to turn the heat up. It was a little chilly.
“Sorry dinner got ruined,” he apologized, having a seat on her couch.
“It’s alright. I don’t have any plans the rest of the night, and I don’t have class tomorrow morning. Maybe we could just hang out,” she shrugged.
They had spent plenty of time together already, and she had slept at the clubhouse in his room, but this felt completely different. They hadn’t been in her environment, and she obviously didn’t feel comfortable because her demeanor was 180 degrees different from before.
“Sounds good to me.” He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
“You tired?” she asked, looking at the dark circles under his eyes.
“A little. That protection run took forever and I got shot at.”
Her face paled and her heart beat double time. “You got shot at?”
“Yeah, but nobody got hurt. Obviously I’m okay.”
“Obviously, but I’m not sure how I feel about you being shot at.”
He opened an eye and shrugged. “It’s not the first time. I’m sure it won’t be the last. It kinda goes along with what I do, ya know?”
She did know, but this was scary. “I’m gonna go take a shower,” she announced abruptly.
Reaching out, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down to him. She had no
“No, that’s not it at all. I’m actually off duty right now. You just want me to follow you over on my bike?”
“Yeah, that way if you need to leave you can. You’re not commandeering my car again.”
An innocent look spread across his face. “Me?”
“Yeah you.” She leaned up, kissing him softly on the mouth.
He went in for one more, wrapping an arm around her neck and putting his other hand at her hips. “I’ll see you when I get there.” He pulled away.
“Yeah, see you.” She stood up, throwing her apron behind the counter. “Sparkles, will you tell Wanda I’m out for the night?”
“Will do.”
Bianca made her way out to her car, stopping in her tracks when she saw a note tucked under her windshield wiper. Glancing around, she saw that Jagger hadn’t made his way outside yet.
Bianca Hawks, glad to see you around my school. Hope to see more of you soon. Interesting to know your boyfriend is a member of a motorcycle gang.
It wasn’t signed, but it didn’t have to be. She knew exactly who had left this message. Mr. Money Bags had thrown down a challenge, and now she had to figure out exactly how she was going to answer it.
“These stairs are a fucking death trap,” Jagger complained as they made their way up to her apartment.
“I know,” she sighed. Everyone who came to see her always complained about them.
“Tyler and I will be over here sometime tomorrow to fix them. They need an extra support.”
She raised her eyes. “You can do that kinda stuff?”
“Yeah,” he answered a little too quickly. “Well, Tyler can, and if he can, then I can.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him that Tyler could probably do a million things that he couldn’t do, but she decided that maybe she should keep that to herself. “Whatever you say.”
She unlocked her door and let him in. “Hang on, I forgot my mail.”
Going back down the stairs, she went to her small mailbox and rifled through the junk mail that was there. Taking it to her trash can, she threw it away. Glancing up and down the street, she froze, seeing a white van turn onto her street and almost stop.
“What’s wrong?” Jagger asked from where he stood.
For one night, she wanted a quiet time with him. “Nothing, just thought I saw someone I knew,” she shook her head, hurrying up the stairs.
He held the door open for her as she made it to him. It was then that the white van drove by. “That white van drive by out here often?” he asked. It looked just like the one that had run him off the road.
“No,” she answered quickly.
His brows drew together, but he didn’t push it. Walking inside, she put her stuff down and went to turn the heat up. It was a little chilly.
“Sorry dinner got ruined,” he apologized, having a seat on her couch.
“It’s alright. I don’t have any plans the rest of the night, and I don’t have class tomorrow morning. Maybe we could just hang out,” she shrugged.
They had spent plenty of time together already, and she had slept at the clubhouse in his room, but this felt completely different. They hadn’t been in her environment, and she obviously didn’t feel comfortable because her demeanor was 180 degrees different from before.
“Sounds good to me.” He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
“You tired?” she asked, looking at the dark circles under his eyes.
“A little. That protection run took forever and I got shot at.”
Her face paled and her heart beat double time. “You got shot at?”
“Yeah, but nobody got hurt. Obviously I’m okay.”
“Obviously, but I’m not sure how I feel about you being shot at.”
He opened an eye and shrugged. “It’s not the first time. I’m sure it won’t be the last. It kinda goes along with what I do, ya know?”
She did know, but this was scary. “I’m gonna go take a shower,” she announced abruptly.
Reaching out, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down to him. She had no
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