She toyed with a strand of her long hair as she dropped her gaze to my neck and then to my arms. I sat in silence while she checked me out. Who the fuck was I to stop a woman from appreciating what I had on offer? Besides, it drew my attention away from the irritation I felt towards Bronze.
Time passed slowly while we sat there with her eyes on me, or at least that was how it felt. My dick grew so damn hard that I knew I needed to stop her. Usually in this kind of situation, I’d make my move, but sitting in the back of a fucking cop car, restrained by handcuffs, was not the ideal place to do that. So, I went with—“The guy you got in an argument with, you know him?”
Her eyes met mine again. “Yeah. He’s a piece of work. Always shows up at our protests and tries to cause problems. We’d have peaceful protests if it weren’t for him. He doesn’t seem to think it’s an issue for animals to be abused so that fucking gambling can continue.”
I frowned. “As in greyhounds and shit?” I’d vaguely heard something about the government changing those laws recently.
Her eyes narrowed at me. “Yes, as in greyhounds and shit. Tell me, do you know much about what they do to those dogs?”
I fought the grin that wanted to spread across my face. I knew a tiny bit about it, but suddenly I wanted to know every-fucking-thing about greyhound racing and animal cruelty. “Can’t say I do. Feel free to enlighten me.”
She sat up straighter and leaned forward a little. Her eyes were wide, and her body vibrated with a passionate energy. “The government ran an enquiry into greyhound racing that lasted for thirteen months. They found that over the last twelve years almost a hundred thousand greyhounds were bred and that at least 50 to 70 per cent of those dogs were killed because they weren’t competitive anymore. Nearly 70,000 dogs killed, all because of betting. And that’s not to mention the horrific cruelty suffered by those animals.” Her eyes flashed even wider. “Does that not make you sick? Does that not make you want to do something to help them?”
“Jesus, you should run for office or some shit,” I murmured, completely engrossed in what she was saying. Or just in her. I wasn’t entirely sure. All I knew was that thoughts of King and Storm had taken a backseat and that wasn’t something that ever happened.
She ran her fingers through her hair and relaxed her body. “Fuck that. Those assholes don’t do anything unless it benefits them or their friends. I wouldn’t be able to bring about real change if I worked for the government.”
“So you do these protests often?”
“Every couple of months or so we run one.”
“And you think they help bring change?”
“They bring awareness and that’s what helps change to occur.”
The sound of police sirens cut through our conversation. Her eyes darted towards the street that held the protest. “Shit, that’s not good.”
“I’m surprised you’re not out there still.”
She looked at me again. “It’s not worth my while to leave this car. The protest organiser has enough people helping her today that she won’t miss me.”
“Why isn’t it worth your while to leave?” I was fucking fascinated with her and wondered what shit she was into that made her follow Bronze’s orders.
The back door of the car on my side opened, cutting off our conversation, and Bronze barked, “Out!”
She lifted a brow as she hit me with another smile. “When the cop says jump, it’s time to fucking jump.”
Before I could say anything, Bronze banged on the roof. “Come on, Devil, I don’t have all fucking day.”
“Aah, I see you know him, too,” she murmured, her eyes dropping to my neck again.
“Yeah.” I tried to move, tried to turn away from her to exit the car, but the pull was too great. She’d fucking captivated me. I could have sat and talked with her all day.
Pointing at my neck, she said, “That’s Lawson’s work, isn’t it? I love his tats.” Holding out one of her arms, she added, “This sleeve is all his.”
Her arm was a fucking masterpiece. One I wouldn’t have time to admire because Bronze ya
nked me out of the car right at that fucking moment.
“Fuck, Bronze,” I complained as I stumbled. “I was in the middle of a fucking conversation.”
He slammed the door shut behind me and reached for my hands. “Trust me when I tell you that you have nothing to say to that woman.” He freed my hands and scowled at me. “I don’t have time now to make sure you get on your bike and get out of here, but do King a favour and don’t get caught up in anything here.”
“What’s going down with the club today? What shit aren’t you telling me?”
He sucked in a deep breath. “Tell King to call me. Tell him I would have come to him this morning to warn him, but I didn’t have time because of family shit.”
“Jesus, that’s it? That’s all you’re gonna give me?”