Ava is a bounty hunter that hunts and lives alone. Her job takes her to Berkeley after a dangerous outlaw, member of a motorcycle club that is accused of serious crimes. As she follows him, she realizes that there is someone else after her prey: a r...
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Ava
I ride after my attacker and am glad it is a short ride. I know I haven't thought this through and I am questioning whether I am following the man that almost shot me to find out about the gang's involvement in Passado's business or to see that tall, dark and mysterious man. Cause if it is the latter, that would be the first time in my life that I have let my vagina lead the way. And that is cause for trouble. The rider leads me to a bar on the outskirts of the city. It is on a narrow street with barely anything else around but a garage across the street. A line of Harleys is parked outside and I can see the symbols of the club on the walls. It is the middle of the day so not a lot of people are there but if I am counting the Harleys right, there are several members of the club in the bar. But instead of worrying on what I will find inside, my thoughts go to the tall, handsome, explosive – all puns intended – guy in the SUV. I feel my thighs tighten at the thought of seeing him again. I straighten my clothes and wet my lips. Seriously? Control yourself, woman! I shake my head reminding me I am dealing with a gang ready to blow people up and not a dating agency and follow my new friend in the clubhouse. The minute I step in the club, I feel the chill to my very spine.
"What the hell, Eric?" there is a yell.
I swipe the room with a quick glance. There is a pool table on one side and a bar across it. There are tables, couches and booths in the big space. A wall is covered with mugshots of the club's members and there is a door to another room with a round table in it. I can see a few men in the club apart from my reluctant escort. And I almost grin when I see that one of them is indeed the tall, hot bomber. He is the first to shoot up from his stool.
"That's her! The one that saved that asshole's life." he takes a few steps closer to me.
I can see him clearly now and my raised brow professes a little bit too openly that I enjoy what I am looking at even if I know I needed to cower before his angry look. That would have been a smart move as he is charging at me with all his massive bulk. He is a lot taller up close, with broad shoulders and looks smoking hot fuming as he is. Involuntarily, I run my fingers through my hair picturing how hard he would fuck, mad as he is. And I want to smack me across the face the same moment.
"What the fuck is she doing here?" another man with pierced eyebrows and lips and curly hair comes out of the next room, filled with computers.
"Eric! Are you a fucking idiot?" a young, blonde man comes into my intruder's face.
All the others have somewhat the same hospitable reaction, yelling and making loud noises looking like a wolf pack smelling blood in the air. Only a man that can't be more than fifty, with his gray hair and beard, is calmly looking at me. OK, that one may be more open to a civilized talk. Plus, he is away from a certain big, menacing temptation. So, I walk up to him with a warm smile.
"Everyone else seems busy waving their dicks around." I look around the room and then extend my hand "Nice to meet you. I am Ava."
The older guy chuckles amused and takes my hand, shaking it even.
