Repo (The Henchmen MC 4)

With that, he grabbed keys off the table and left.

"Seriously though," Maze said a tense minute or so later, pulling from my hold so she could look at both of us, "how much did that kill the 'save the girl' thing you guys were going for?" she asked, smiling.

"We were just happy to find that you were okay," K said, shaking his head at her.

"Oh, bullshit. I call bullshit. You totally wanted to burst in and start knocking heads. What happened to Repo's fists? And yours for that matter?" she asked, nodding toward K's hands.

"Me, that was Moose. K, that was the hotel room wall back in Philly annnd... the owner of a cab company's face in Philly too. And almost the face of a clerk at the hotel in Philly. But he pissed himself before there could be any real fun. He's been busy."

"And this wasn't some macho thing?" she asked dubiously.

"It was a 'our girl is missing' thing, Maze." That effectively shut her up, her lips parting slightly.

I know I told her that after her whole probate thing was over that I planned to pursue something with her, but I hadn't exactly explained what I meant by that. I meant she was mine. I meant I was hers. I meant that I was going to do everything in my power to never be another reason she couldn't trust a man again.

And judging by the look on her face, she sussed out the deeper meaning in those words.

"Alright," K said, clapping loudly. "You two can get into that later. We need to get the fuck out of here. Not that I don't trust Rus, love," he told Maze, shaking the piece of paper he had folded, "but we can't stay here. At the very least, we need to get out of North Carolina. Let's cross over into Virginia and get another couple of rooms before we head back tomorrow. Sound good?"

With very little option, we both agreed and shuffled down toward the car where K promptly jumped into the driver and Maze in the passenger, like it was an old habit. With a shrug, I got into the back and listened as K filled Maze in on everything that had happened over the course of the last two days, covering everything from the phone frying to the boring hours we spent waiting for more intel to work with.

K finally parked in a hotel lot at almost three A.M. Maze had fallen asleep in the front a half an hour before, K flipping on the radio to a classical station to drown out the sounds of the road. He hopped out, telling me he would get rooms and left me to wake up Maze. I climbed up front and opened her door, watching her for a long second. The only time I'd ever seen her sleep was when she was sick. Her lips were parted slightly, her eyelashes soft against her cheek. Up close, I could see her blond roots hinting through the purple.

"Honey," I said, touching her cheek, smiling when she grumbled and swatted at my hand. "Come on, honey. Let's get you inside," I said and her eyes fluttered open, looking at me then behind me as she rubbed at her eyes.

"You just want to get me into bed," she said, her voice still sleep-foggy.

"Well, I can't deny that, but right now I think you need sleep more than sex so let's go get you comfortable."

"Augh," she growled, swinging her legs out of the car. "Walking..." she added, curling her lip up at me as she jumped down.

"It's ten feet to the door. I'm pretty sure you can make it."

"Yeah yeah yeah," she grumbled, waving a hand at me as she walked.

"I thought you were supposed to be a morning person," I said, trying not to laugh at her as she flung the front door open.

"Three A.M is not morning. Especially after the day I just had."

"Here you go," K said, handing Maze a key. "4B. I am in 9D."

"9D?" Maze repeated.

"They had a room next to yours. And we're close, love, but I don't need to hear you two fucking."

"Sleeping," she corrected, moving past him toward the elevators.

"Is she always this moody when she wakes up?" I asked as we followed, both of us smiling at her back.

"Only when she's woken up."

With that, we rode the elevator up to the second floor where Maze and I got off, agreeing to meet K for breakfast at ten, then going toward our room.

Maze paused once inside, staring at the bed.

"What's up?"

She turned back to me, head tilted. "We've only slept in the same bed once," she informed me unnecessarily, "when I was sick."

"Mmhmm," I said, rocking back on my heels. "You had a bad dream and asked me to not let them get you. I told you I wouldn't. Guess I failed there, huh?"