The Criminal | Re-Written Version (18+) BOOK 1

2.

She could move mountains with the amount of strength it took to hold back from jumping his bones. Her body's response to him was bizarre, how could he turn her on to this degree. He smelt manly, and not that cheap cologne type; he smelt like smoke and mint, with a hint of something else. Something intoxicating. "Are you lost?" He questioned, unsure of why she stood on the backroads, completely drenched.

"No... I was just leaving," Lacy flushed, only then realising that the heavens had closed up. He cocked his head and glared down at her expectantly. "It's broken." She gave in and looked down at their booted feet. Confused, flustered and surprisingly sexually frustrated, she stepped to the side. She had no idea who he was or if he knew his way around a car, but it was worth a shot.

The stranger bent down and took a closer look, Lacy used this opportunity to ogle his defined form. She began with his strong arms, suppressing a moan at the veins winking up at her along his forearm. She continued to his biceps, and practically drooled over the flexing movements he made while inspecting. Next, she travelled up across his broad chest and shoulders, she released a breath as ink curled around his neck. She took a prolonged amount of time on his sharp jawline and paused on his lips; they were moving but her drugged state couldn't comprehend a word.

He took her shoulder in a firm grip, tracking a route of sensation straight to her toes. The dull thudding in her ears cleared and she watched him with concentration. "It's a piece of shit, but it should be good now." His words registered in her ears and she pulled back appalled.

"It's my piece of shit, so if you'd kindly just step aside..." Lacy fumed.

Johann held back his smirk as her defence, shrugging slightly, he stepped around her and leaned against the cool metal of her car. He saw her clench her jaw before slowly turning to face him.

Moving past his relaxed form, she slid her fingers around the handle and pulled the door open. Glancing back up at him she muttered a simple, "thank you." Taking a seat, the young woman attempted to close her door, but the brute had other plans.

Leaning into the car, Johann rested his arm on the open door. "Name?" He questioned.

Before she could respond, Travis found himself rolling down his window and sticking his head out to shout at his mate, "Dude! Get you damned ass here."

Johann shifted slightly, "what the fuck do you want?" He questioned, without a hint of interest in the answer.

"That fuckers gonna eat all the pancakes if we don't hurry!" Travis whined. The guy didn't care if the woman's car broke down, all he wanted was to sink his teeth into Abbi's warm food. Nodding to himself he glared Johann down. "And, he keeps calling!" He added on as an afterthought.

Johann pursed his lips, "how 'bout you tell the fucker to get his head out of his wife's ass and wait!" The Italians grunted response, was followed by silence as Travis slumped back into his seat with a pout.

Lacy wasn't too sure of what was going on anymore, so she decided it'd be in her best interest to quietly edge away from the scene. Turning her key in the ignition, she mentally face-palmed as her engine coughed to a start. For the second time, the man stuck his head under her hood. His breath fanned her face as he turned to eye her, he was waiting for a response. "Ruth," Lacy spluttered out, not wanting to give the man her real name.

Johann narrowed his gaze, waiting for her bluff. He scanned her vehicle and paused on the driver's license patiently sitting in one of the groves in the car's interior. "Get it checked, Lacy... The next guy might not be as friendly." The threat was clear, in fact, the fact that he knew her name sent a shiver down her spine. Her subconscious scoffed, friendly my ass!